I’m but a penniless orphan:
Living for what?
Not even madidi to live on:
Cobweb laughs.
Cockroaches sing dirge
Flies are choristers
Obalende under Bridge, my glass house
Heaven grand me a reprieve:
From bondage of politic monsters
Give me a throne of love
Shelter of Aso Rock
Justice of Medina
Perhaps lies will no longer swap truth
Words will plunge into actions
War cuddles peace
Wealth beam up dried cobwebs
Justice buries bias.
