| Oh Lord! For how long will paupers | | | | As any protest could lead to an untimely |
| Remain in this horrible state? | | | | deathOh Lord! What a horrible, malevolent, insane |
| They get kicked around like lepers | | | | And wicked country Nigeria is? |
| By political “juggernauts” | | | | They force the poor to seek “political |
| They don’t get a fair share of anything | | | | asylum” |
| Because, like the ignorant and nonchalant | | | | Which cannot come their way without |
| “Bigwigs” put it | | | | “Talking papers” |
| ‘They are problematic and deserve to be | | | | They promise to make life worth living |
| in | | | | By ameliorating poverty but end up |
| A trash can’Oh Lord! Isn’t this | | | | Making a mess of it by aggravating the situation |
| bereavement | | | | With their evil and self-centered interest of |
| Though they haven’t lost a relation? | | | | satisfying themselves aloneOh Lord! Evil conspires |
| The bourgeoisies cruise around town in | | | | with madness to waste us all |
| Flashy, alluring and cozy “steel | | | | How can the down-trodden survive these? |
| horses” | | | | How can they live on, even as |
| Screeching tires frightening the “have | | | | They are made to schlep under the excruciating |
| not” | | | | weight of penury |
| Hooting horns deafening their ears | | | | You are the refuge of these “free |
| While blinding headlamps make them | | | | bondage” persons |
| Blink and miss their footings | | | | Your wrath is more intense and explosive |
| Their rubber legs slam into puddle of water | | | | Than a volcanic eruption |
| Raining mud on proletariats | | | | We will continuously pray and |
| Who coy away and hide their faces in shame | | | | Wait patiently for it but |
| and fear | | | | The transgressors won’t escape it. |