The grand law of this Geopolitical entity,
Plunged ground low to severity,
although clinged unto in all vicinity but wallowed in the muck and mire,
with no iota of dignity.
Oh! Our epitome of equality,
making the guilty evade with impunity.
Even the chameleon is no good in this game of identity
which makes you subject to dynamism
vis-à-vis conformity
Oh! The regulator of our virgin land,
defied and penetrated to the inner land.
Though hydra-headed you are,
but you call yourself single and so-called master of all human affairs.
How supreme you may look,
but moulded with hands to suit the crème de la crème on the roof,
looking down as the giant rook.
From you all government emanates,
but beat,bend and twist your fate.
You are said to be defender
of all human rights in the law,but instead the usurper to all human rights till they're grounded low.
Lo! what a woe and a further blow,
Oh! is this a law or a giant whore?
