Our Senators

In the past and present,

History seems to repeat itself

Our masters from the constituencies

Executhieves chairmen of corrupt practices

Comptroller generals of our economy

Custodians of the country policies

Advocators of money laundering

The masters of corruption

Vultures that feed on carcasses

With their talon fingers,

Squandered our wealth

and feed on our national cake.

We had you represent us, represent our constituencies

and even our States.

Although, we never see you come to our aids.

We were told to pray for the country

Pray for the leaders that born our burdens

Are we not going to be worried?

Our senators promised us earth

Treating us like babies when they were not there

Promised to build for us a castle and launch it in the air

Promised to kill the poverty and bury penury

Promised us panoply of comforts and platinum of goods

Now that the ball is in their courts

They seat in the power house and order the chef

They call the bankers and send the cheque

They build the mansion in their homeland

Generator as light

Borehole as water

Camera as guards

Now that they've become a parvenu

An icon in the capital but a stranger at he

Killing our future with their parochial policies

Our senators are mortals that live like an immortals

Our senators are follies born in exile but die as a king