My dear Nigerian Police By: Mr

My dear Nigerian Police By: Mr_Dennyz

Bringer of unity and coordinator of peace,

I hail your teeny good amidst your numerous deed,

You claim to be our friend

Yet our backs are tattooed with scars from your whips.

You make the guiltless ones become the guilty,

After your pocket have been filled with coins of corruption,

When are we gonna be free from your oppression?

We are in total depression.

"Bail is free" is what you say,

Yet you attack us with hefty monetary demands that we can't pay,

Our rights have been deprived by you

And you still give us enormous strife too.

You were supposed to be the drug to our aches,

You were supposed to give your best for our sakes,

But you ended up being the reason why we can't sleep,

The reason why we have sad song on our lips,

The disappointment you give us is but steep.

We thought you would be our hero,

But the chants you leave us with is that of sorrow,

We are fed up and stressed up,

Be our mentor

And not our tormentor,

Rekindle our hopes that is burnt to ashes,

This is a lone voice speaking the heart of the masses.

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