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That he had no shoes
That without bag he went to school
And walked miles on bare foot
Used light from burning bamboo
And wishes we make it as he did?
Is it true?
Is it true?
That all they want is our good
They’re not taking us for fools
These stories they tell us
Are not just painted falsehood
Oh how true!
Is it true?
Imagine them, once ants
Trampling us underfoot
After we lifted them!
Now they think they are giants
Without us they could…
Rascals as kings
Gradual but fatal,
Their end shall be
From this height, their fall I see
And so devastating it shall be…
*Inspired by January 2012 Fuel Subsidy protests
Written by: Emmanuel A. Nelson
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
