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As love exist in theses,
“Sacred clerics”
Paid in holy nairas,
tithe-ly roped around their hungry lips
“Holy slogans” roars false wars
As rosaries count Litres of blood
Soldiers on grounds
Bullet spent in pounds
Blood streams
As spark of nukes beams
Greed suit our cheeks
As lies tie our lips
Hate laces our shoes
As tribalism shirts our virtue
Money runs in blood
As politico-trustees steal around the clock
The world is sick
Who is to treat?
You or me?
Written by: Usman Abiola
