A Call To Hoi Polloi Poem by Lanre Samuel

We haven't regain our liberty
But they said we are free,
Their mouth is full of lies,
They are the cause of our dissension.

Ye! Missionaries of evil,
Thou hypocrite sinon,
Master to the lames,
Sitting on the wheel of fortune,
Lucky stiff favour by fortuna.

The scars from their trounce
Still cause us agony,
We all have bones to pick
But not potent enough to face thee,
Resolution you expect,
Revolution we await.