When Mr. Khaki ruled us
his four-mouthed koboko
terrified the four regions
he said his business was law and order
so we queued
even to our graves
'bloody civilians! ' he called us
and blood shed was civil
'we have not come to victimize any-body'
only the living
the gun was god
and the bullet salvation
behind bars was the promise land
and all were pilgrims
Oga Moses
confronted pharoah with his pen
and ran for his life
he could not wait for the voice of god;
the roaring one who calls all to silence
some said Mr. Khaki meant well
some spat in disgust
i say he was in-between
no! Am not sure
but I'll take a side
if he decides to rule again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem