We ignore our ancestors’ leaves
And eat canned poison and griefs
We avoid the paths to our oracle
Plagued with cruds, we seek miracle
In unlikely and unscrupulous places
Called House-of-God by novices
Love is auctioned as china wares
Sex for sale like no one cares
Now let us sing the dead hymns
As like the old, our young dreams
In pursuit of fame and goodies
Vanish in droves into Hades
We left our gods to honor gold
And now they curse from the cold
Our kings they beat their wives
Rouges desecrate our fathers’ staffs
Our elders now walk on their head
The people eat woes for bread
We continually shed bloods for silver
And watch as children of the pauper
For hawking, gets a jail sentence
The crown looks on in indifference
As farmers harvest tons of empty baskets
And mothers forget days of markets
Birds have ceased singing songs
Fishes drown in our fathers’ ponds
The land is filled with philistinistic
Rulers and their greedy cannibalistic
Chiefs and court-jester, who saints
Out of these very devils paints.
