Rage on the front page,
war against those who refuse to call us brothers,
what have we turned into?
Our fathers never fought for us to end this way.
Injustice! Thriving at its pinacle,
our conscience are been sold for a nickle
and for a plate of pottage,
we have mortgage the futures of generation unborn.
Corruption is the new gospel,
stealing ain't sinning,
we all should go on a looting spree,
build houses and mansions,
store up earthly wealth,
but our daughters in the north are dejected,
child marriages are been projected.
Hypocrisy is the order of the day,
slowpoke lawmakers are the heroes of our day.
Scavengers,
avengers,
revenging their kinsmen
while everyone fight to be the king's man.
So much anger in the air,
i need to hold my breath,
scars all over her
she can't feel herself,
her eyes are void of love,
streets soaked in blood,
nothing seems to make sense,
Tales of a wounded Nation.