Hired fired hired fired and hired and fired again
Arrested shackled paraded humiliated and jailed
They return consciously seeking more thrill of shame
Consumed by fear bearing gifts and praying for emperor
How vain is blind and detrimental loyalty to the soul
Conscience on vacation and decadence filling in
Reckless hopeless miserable they've been dragged by the tail
Bodies bruised battered and burning like a heatwave
Aching souls and bleeding conscience dot the landscape
Still they carry the burden under the heat and dust
The wheels keep spinning leaving the audience violently dizzy
Night becomes day man becomes God and wrong becomes right
Dreams become nightmares and burn like raging fire
Visions gloomy truth disappear and spirits melt away
Youths recruited and given bow and arrows as weapons
As child soldiers they run around shooting poems and essays
Self- swayed their egos swell and they spit rapid fire
Misdirected shots keep hitting the wrong targets
High on banti yomba and residing in cloud nine
A penitentiary enclosed by rings of smoke
Lost in space they drift away in the absence of gravity
Bag full of devalued currency screaming aling domo aling nyeemi
Shrewd investment or a shockingly bad one?
Young and doing big things or digging big holes?
Thirsty but the wisdom well is dry to the bone
Who will rescue and rehabilitate the child soldiers and reckless people?
