And order a spear
make me a wooden gun
that I may qualify
Count me in and gimme my share
I have a gun and my machete
Gimme bread in return
and an oil well
I have no bread
I can’t earn bread
Both by book and sweat
but I can spill blood
I am a militant
And in line
with machete and hoe
to scar and maim
I would at least qualify
For a meal or morsel
And earn social security
Which only crime can buy
I don’t know politricks
I have no friend in Abuja
I haven’t twenty years
Of cognate experience
I don’t want to steal akara
To Get the firing squad
When the treasury looters
Earn national honor
I am a militant
We should all queue
To earn this neo relief
Of serfdom and misery
« return.