If laziness is the blood that runs in the veins of our youths
I will like to be lazy
If it's what gifts their tummies with an angry face called six packs
Let me ride on the chariot of laziness
I rather be like them
Than to be like the man who couldn't drive ordinary bike
Which lazy naija children are good at
Let the day hide her face in shame
Had it been our ancestors were alive
They would have wiped away this shame
I mean the woman played on our virgin land by a woe-man
They would have dried the tears of earth with a libation
Let's make our heads and hands count on the extravagant day of promise
To permanently forestall more disgrace behind the bars of Daura
(c)EKWUEME KC
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