They came in the hotness of the day
spreading the affliction of bullets
They were the Gucci of death and pain
spilling blood like the days of gladiators
The cruelness nature they slain their preys
taking with them our wealth in Naira and lands
None to oppose these Messiahs of cruelty
They killed at will and left us lifeless
Brutality awaits in the streets of mortality
They left with trails of blood on their loins
In the time when men left their humanity behind
Wearing the amulet of wickedness to outlaw our peace
Spending wealth littered in blood and afflictions
Though it is written, clear and bold
That he that killed by sword die by the sword
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