21 Sep 2007 |
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I have lived to see the country struggle for survival Against colonial strangulation I have lived to see the sunny side Now, The sun has disappeared And the pensioners disappointed 37 years of meticulous service 3 years without a Kobo from Abuja I have looked back and wondered How have I survived these years? Mbadinuju once called us deadwoods I just wish somebody will understand
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I know how much I have suffered I know how much am suffering My colleagues are kicking the bucket But am still hanging on Things have fallen apart Things are falling apart Things will fall apart The country is quick and brittle It provides reward for few And withhold fulfillment for many It is surprising that business had gone on as usual in Aso rock In the midst of much devilment
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Verification, verification, verification How many times will I risk my poor life? Traveling through the wilderness to Abuja Just for verification My bones are frail My brain filled with convoluted memories I struggle to keep myself from insanity But the trees are singing the hymn of twilight There is lull in the noises of insects As they bow their beaks And were making devotional pause The shadows in my face are deepening My tight lips is holding in check The moan of great despair My face is down with vexation and wrath
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Gone are the good old days From promises to promises of greater obscurity The crude oil has refused to be refined The taps are dry The electrons in the cables have refused to move The schools are rotting away Presently, There is a silence If only the trees can sing again If only the sun will smile again If only I can turn back the hands of the clock If only somebody will understand my plight My pension Oh my pension
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