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