So many years ago
Without pride or ego
We paid for the truth
And lie was sold for truth
They came in white Agbada
Wrapping lies in fake silver wrapper
And they use us and us the worshiper
And for long we enjoyed sitting on poor border
Our eyes were veiled to see
The truth behind depth of the sea
So like a stranded mind
We were left for years in our lost mind
Every four four years we see them
Coming to advertise lies, yet we did patronise them
They will flood the land truth
I mean lies wrapped in stinking truth
They have mastered our thought
With what seems truth we were taught
After huge amount been paid
Like church rat we remained and preyed
But now comes our lost thought
After we've mastered what we've been taught
It's about another four years
That they will place value on lies for more years
Yes, since we've bought truth for lies
And in us a hard groans lies
We then need to buy a new good
From unknown source who never placed his good
Let pay with our inner eyes
See far before lured our eyes
Not about us now
But for the generation after now
We've tasted the truth
But it's sweeter than lies
Then let invest on lies
It might be the real truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem