Hes Head-Sense-Less-Ly Look at him He revels himself in illusion He thinks himself revered That man assumes God Forgetting

that Gods shoes are far bigger For his and his fathers legs combined. Just because he is carried around In extended limousines Body-guarded and surrounded by faces Wilder than the hungry lions. In the blaze of the siren wa-hun-wa-hun-woo-ooo everybody scampers off the road but look intently at this common criminal who thinks himself lord of all and winds up his automobile prison blind to the suffering that has taken over our land. From his lofty throne He orders us around Redgardless of our kwashiorkored bellies Not minding our crying pockets. He gives us a hope Hopeless from the start. Will anyone tell him Will anyone tell our maximum ruler As he blasts the siren To wake us from slumber And remind us of our hunger Will anyone tell his excellency That he is head-sense-less-ly For we shall remember him always He has taken the little We swot to get Only to replace it With nothing I mean nothing.
AMUDA MOSIGBODI BAMIDELE