WOE TO YOU!

Who killed man? Man!
Who wants to live? Man!
Who wants to save them? Man!
To the sleeping gods many put to blame
But many men Lynch for selfish aim

They have pierced our eyes with needles
And have flown away like female eagles

Up North and Benue, our progeny buried
Those who should be given out or married
Those who could buy their mothers buttered bread
Those who should be not the tail but the head

Men, women, children, to be used as manure in their numbers
lynchers never turned to remember
To remember we are all one flesh,blood and race
And numbered are all our all beautiful or ugly day