Getting in trouble, Taking stick, Breaking back, Always grounded;
When I was older, Alone, I would ponder, Each time I remember, Playing the problem solver;
It never ended well, I would come up short, Beaten down, for standing up, In detention, fantasising freedom;
They called themselves friends, But wanted only benefits, Like leaving all the ***** dishes, After a sumptuous sunday dinner.
I have never bothered much about their current predicament, no, not until they began taking sides with the generation that has kept them impoverished. The same people that have only benefited from the benevolence of Nigeria but have poured copious amounts of malevolence upon later generations. Elections are few months away and they will again spill blood to give their oppressors free reign to flog more sufferings into their already bent, misshapen backs. SAD.