Sick and Tired, im sick and tired,
we still live in the stone age,
round and round, improving in no way,
– like animals in a cage.
Fightings here, fightings there,
separated by tribe, separated by faith,
the cold feel runs through the rich and the pauper,
will this get better? can we wait?
Life is hard and just so unfair,
‘connection’ is the root word for progress
‘long-leg’ will get you anywhere everywhere,
else you might die out of too much stress.
Government budgets, in the bank yeilding,
what is to be done – totally left undone,
and those ‘in charge’ are fatly-feeding,
living the majority in the age of stone.
Don’t we have a yearly budget?
every new year = greater than the past,
how subdued are we going to get,
with crime at full-blook, and blast.
Government houses, built by mallams,
architecture? designs without initiative,
did this architect get his certificate?
or is he among those who got it by ‘faith’?
Pot-holed roads, daily getting deeper,
Tokunbo tyres, no good for the fatherland,
grass is growing in our cemented gutter,
our rusted water pipes are filled with sand.
Never Expect Power Always,
the only choice is now Poor-Water,
its all about decay upon decay,
all the good hopes are chilling in the cooler.
Don’t we supply power to our neighbors,
yet, we remain in total darkness,
half-current, long suffering in this eccentricity,
its just an epileptic mess.
Nigerian Airways, a flight to your grace,
instant death- suicide to your liking,
ride on if you’re brave, sorry
we cant land coz the president’s plain is approaching.
So sock and tired, just sick and tired,
what are we going to do,
when is this system, to which we’re wired,
theres no choice, but really, im sick and tired.
© John “The Beloved” Ajewole – May 12, 2003