Am a modern wage labourer who having no means of production of my own, am forced to sell my labour power in order to live.
A time may come when i'll sing my own song,
And that time is coming fast.
I'll sing my own song,
Perhaps a lyrical song coloured with joy,
...
It's end of an error,
Err...end of an era:
An era of confusion,
In an aura of
...
There was a healthy foetus
That yearned to be born.
Its life was terminated
And a dream was killed
...
You gave birth to me in kindness
Brought me up with happiness
And taught me righteousness
This is my appreciation Mama,
...
You come to my house at night juddering
And lurch onto my door swearing blight
With your bilious anger on flight
Roaring and ready to rip me apart
...