This year same troubles
Nothing has changed
A cue at our temporal sanctuary
Oozing from crude produce
coupled with an unpleasant smell
From various sources.
I am ready to make a purchase
Make it available
If not,we will fight for it.
On comes ALAGBADA,
He needs the liquid,
He ignores his voters signal,
He asks FIJABI in his patterned clothes,
Happy to impress his master,
Happily flogs the voters,
EVERYBODY OUT!! he shouts,
In his hands a dangling whip,
Placing marks on disobedient people folks.
He buys his portion,
While we all fled,
Shoulders high, he bounces off.
Our struggle continues,
Might is right,
First though, just get the fuel in something to show or invested hours.
No love from unfriendly rulers,
What is love in this region?
Frustration in all our speeches,
Let's just get through the red and white vale.
