XENOPHOBIA - BARBECUED NIGERIANS!
MAY-DAY! MAY-DAY !!! Africa my Africa! Fallen brothers! They sailed, suffered, and endured, Fought for each other, Had each other’s backs! Never was there strife, nor hate, nor scorn! But there came a time in their lives When the sword with which they fought battles, One picked and used on the other! 'We are one'..., thus goes the song! We are brothers, so we thought! Nigerians like thrash are thrown down from cliffs How has the high and mighty fallen! Artists beefing, Naija screaming, Women wailing, Bare breast cursing! My children are there! My brothers hustling, My sisters gasping for breath, Struggling for survival, But these cannibals slaughtering, Police standing-by, grinning end to end; Matchet rising, Blood dripping. Oh my! Oh! My poor Nigerians! Pouring down like raindrops from rooftops! No Mercy! Show them none! Thus they clamor! Forgetting the reverberating effect. Us Fighting us?