Welcome to Africa where the people in power are always right
Try to oppose them and your career will never see the next light
Citizens are the least priority and the lucky ones get the last bite
Division is a norm and disputes must be resolved by at least a fight

In my sweet Africa freedom and rights are only on paper
Oppression is a rite of passage and justice isn't any better
Speeches from the governance have turned into a boring lecture
An office once meant for equal service is now a business center

The pain is here to stay and we better get used to this Africa of ours
Yes! 'cos change isn't a matatu that is just gonna arrive in few hours
Especially when all we want is about self and care less about others
At the end we form alliances and competition begins- us vs us us

It was midnight on a Sunday
Above the dark beautiful sky
Scattered bright sparling glasses
That shone beautifully from above

The moon's glow was so bold
Its rays penetrated smoothly in the forest
And the green leaves reflected the extra light
Making the scene more beautiful to the sight

At the far end of the forest
There appeared an urgly dark cloud
A huge red glow followed immediately
Things were happening so fast

Everything got worsened by the Swift blowing wind
Leaves were turned to black
The tree trunks were glowing red
And the environment was getting more hotter

It all started with a cigarette glow
Then came a conc dark smoke,
A huge flying red glow
And now we're counting losses of homes