Igboro, to you I write this beautiful morning
Laugh not, for this is in no way funny
Igboro, why are you so unfair to the hustling boys?
From my window I see girls languish and toil

Igboro, from threading you we’ve lost many shoe soles
Millions you deny their desires till they lie with no soul
Igboro, why are you unmoved by the orphan’s cry?
Where the needy expect a fountain, you make so dry

Igboro, why art thou made this Corper droop in khaki?
When you know you won’t even afford him a car key
Igboro, see their mighty structures built by Julius Berger
Yet, our streets are littered with destitute and beggars

Igboro, with our wealth for themselves they build kingdoms
And their wives travel far; even to the Queendom
Igboro, our intact prospect is hidden under these tattered shirts
That we deserve more than this, I can surely bet

Igboro, see that old woman fidgeting towards the road
For no offence, soldiers booted the old man till he squats like a toad
Igboro, from political thuggery we were forced to earn
Their sons and daughters own fortune even at the age of ten

Igboro, my neighbor walked pass me in his Aston martin
I drove after with my feet sweating and panting
Igboro, the populi you enriched with old shoes and clothes
They have yacht while we stick to the wooden boat

Igboro, noble ladies you’ve coerced to auction their bodies
And the boys you forced to engage in deals that are bloody
Igboro, see those innocent kids engaging in guilty deeds
Due to violence their loving parents got killed

Igboro, you warned it’s dangerous to walk you at night
Yet, shady dealers did it and earned in the dark with no light
Igboro, I do not know what tomorrow will offer
But quote me, you won’t decide my fate so I dare not bother

Hidentity is an African.