THE PREDATORS (THE POEM)
The Predators are here again,
Dangling the carrot before the stick,
Luring the prey to the lion's den,
Rocking our body with the gig.
They promise a bed of roses with thorns as pillows,
They preach Heaven on earth to emerge as winners,
"I will lead you to cannan and die at the willows"
They buy our conscience and make us sinners.
To serve Nigeria is now by force,
Another eight years we live in OYO state,
These people really (predate us)
Alas the giant lies in state,
Let us weep for our ship about to flip in the deep.
Poem by Weevy Anthony.
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