And like the iroko tree we stand
Streetly wise, no teachers but of the street our lessons.
Of the akara, breadi and guguru we eat and shit.
Thank God for a brand new day, the hustle continues!
Where are their children, the Aje-Butters?
U.K! France! How they love to spend the summer in Amerika!
We are the Ajekpako's!
And the rugged roads to our dirty homes they now know unaided!
A gaint pie of lies; a gift they want us all to eat and not purge!
Hmm! What A Smelling Shit!
Their interest not simple but complex;
A war of personal interest!
Stress and Distresses!
Choiceless selections called elections;
Hopes ceased, peace crushed for their evil intentions!
And on this high tension the Ajekpako's new home is built.
Arms, I see!
To fire one another, I see!
To become His Excellency, I see!
We are the Ajekpako's!
A puppet on their economic strings!
Street wise but not wise at all,
Sold out so cheaply to their democratic lies!
Buiders with no reward but of the cemetery, a contract awarded!
Where are their children, the Aje-Butters?
U.K! France! How they love to spend the summer in Amerika!
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