Like driving rain in cold winter
Like swarms of a vengeful plague
Like a prey hunting its hunter
Like hordes of a spiteful rogue
We are coming for you!
We the “fortunate” victims of your existence
The vicious prey of your presence
We the lambs of gods; your licence
To impunity and innocence
We are coming for you!
We! Whom you yoked with vile “gifts”
In your holy tussle for power and success
Long enough have we bare your heinous burden
Your “gift” we come to return
We are coming for you!
We come; Aye we come to say NO!
To lords that ride on our spine
Taskmasters that work us to bone
And gods that take our blood for wine
We are coming for you!
We come, Aye! We come in heaps
Many as sands beneath great oceans
Not with cutlasses, guns or missiles
But wild eyes and empty bellies
We are coming for you!
Upon you and yours we come
Like furious invasion of famished locusts
Let those that seek justice return home
For our day of retribution awaits
OLA OGUN
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