The uncivilised king
The same leaders you are making
With the leadership you are doing
In the name of helping the poor
But what they have you are snatching.
Oh barbaric leader!
Who said your leadership is good?
surrounded by a legion of sycophants
And you think they are advisers
You lost it my leader
For you fed on the poor
Their mouths are wide open
Their lips so dry,
White like cassava flour
You will know them in an hour
When you realise its hunger
That directs their advise.
You have killed the innocent
Because of hiding the evidence
Of the property you took from them
To pile riches for your children
Who will live forever
Because of your power.
You claim that you are insecure,
That you’ll be killed by your enemies,
Why kill you my leader?
A friend of the people
And a friend of development.
Young men are your guards
They shield you from the arrows
In a pestilence you fly away,
But their bodies are buried
For protecting their leader
But they die like rats.