"GENESIS — 3:10"

The certainty of human survival that's
over-policed and under-secured in a
clime housing the most populous
black skin inhabitants is a threat
to the fine beauty of human
progress & civilization.

Under the roof of this calamity
her young, elderly, children &
women are at the foot of negligence
that speaks boldly with essence
to share and divide behind
ethno-religious lines

That is the origin of her suffering
deeply rooted in her soul. Because
since ages past her pretty-perfect
has been sunk deeply into the
coven of many men who batters
and **** her with guns & pen.

Oh yes, she cries and bleeds of pain.
Oh yes she laments of watery words
told to her at season when these men
are "*****" and desires a night
in between her legs stretched
opened — where the North &
South war against one another
to see who conquers her for
another time, moment

Find your gaze into her eyes
you will understand the pain
she endures. . .rest your
ears upon her heart you will
hear the untold story of her
abuses that she covers with
fake smile and stolen laughter

But the time of her healing is
crawling silently yet in the hands
of these men who thinks of
ownership and slaveship
of her beauty as birth right

Hey, look out of the window
of your ignorance; walk out
of the gates of self-illusion;
see her Young rising from
the slumber we put them to.

See...they are waking up to
come for her rescue; to ******
her off our hands: are we going
to sit back and watch this "lazy
Youth" take our pride and honor?

Nothing makes a difference now;
  The Dawn is broken
  The birds are chipping
  The light is brighten
  The babes are laughing
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

I still sob and whimper
I still stagger to refuge
My heart breaks into smithereens even now more than that night.
My eyes filled and swollen like the ocean breezing down like dew.
Distressed and re-pressed
Scrambling out of confusion
Overwhelmed by emotions
The lightening comes cracking
I feel my heart jumping
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

It's settled now.
I mean the verdict has been served.
Finally there is a resolution.
A number of us will carry the shame,
Life will sometimes flash the fame,
Nothing will ever remain the same,
Cuz players don't change the rules of the game,
We are here today, we accept the pain.
But the power that made it so won't take the blame.
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

The sound of violence
The sound of hatred
The sound of struggle
The sound of terror
The sound of blood
The sound of tears
The sound of loss
The sound of Us
The sound of defeat
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

Please we have a story
Not to win a glory
Or to take a sorry
But we must tell our history.
That one night when all fade away
That one night when all stayed awake
That one night when all tried to race
That one night that changed the pace
There was nothing to stake again, all was taken away
Oh! I promise to stop the reminiscing
Not again will I recount the moment.
But the sound forever remain in the subconscious
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka
Oh! I hate that sound!!!

It will be well
You will remember these days as history,
thankful, and grateful for your struggles
The blood spilled will have justice

You will look back to today
Thankful for creating a better Nigeria
You will look back to today
grateful you didn't give up

It was a sorrowful night,
As our youths filled the streets with flags,
Experiencing the discomfort of independence.

To every soul that night,
Our leaders attached a price tag.
Out we came seeking for peace,
Not wanting to fight,
But our request for peace is seen as a threat to our so called leaders.

The eagle weak,
The horses worthless,
The boutique of flowers withered,
The fertile soil barren,
The wavy black path ******.
A moment of silence,  
To all our heroes who passed on for justice.

To us who sees these days,
Days when misery is made easily from sorrow,
Speak of these dark age as history.

60 years weaker and of the worst age.
Multiplicity and Hopelessness,
Violence and Regress,
All on a dark age.

You raised me from my birth,
Even from when I was a toddler
You promised "by you till death"
Before I even know you're a mother.

My teen years are all before you,
You nurtured me well to be strong
To stand for the right cause, any who
Needs your courage and fight along.

But, the story has changed so great,
You stabbed and pulled triggers on me
So also as the love I have turned to hate,
I deserve better O mother, even me.

Heroes of yesterday are on your street
Clothed with the blood of your brutality
You deserve better and not this hit,
When will you wake to this reality?

Arise, O compatriots
Your father's land calls, obey
Your future generations calls, obey
Listen to the voice of hundreds calling

They all awaits, O compatriots
They all awaits your awakening
To take the lead and show them the true path
Will you sleep on, O compatriots?

If you failed, O compatriots
Then livings shall come with their deads
Singing to your hears, through clumsy voices
You failed us, O compatriots.

I was charged of been a youth
Prosecuted for having fiery blood
They knew I wouldn't hold still
So they treated me as an outsider

Right from my childhood
I was told "youths are the future"
Why is the story different now?
I wonder why the story need changed

I felt the sting of death while living
And horror distorting my reality
That youths are no more the future
Why must the story need changed?

I need to scream for help
Nigeria youths cries for help
We won't go with our story untold
Today we cry to cry no more