Status Quo Poem by Uche Nwanze

The song we sung in captivity
Far too long like pigs on babylon road we long for freedom
We've been sold in the cold and told same old beautiful lies
Torn apart by the thorns of their deception
Worn out by their scented lies
Our hearts they haven't won
I was born for this moment
I will burn this pawn crafted by them
Though they throw us corn I won't be won
Morn has come, time to mourn is over
The bull, we will grab by its horn
The ton of guilt rest on their shoulders, their Greek gifts we will turn down
The barrel of the gun at our faces
Gone from yesterday
Today and till the Sun shows her face no more, their corn we will turn down