The Year started with a Crude Joke
Weighing heavily on the People's hope
Until suddenly their yokes broke
Marching steadily well provoked
Floating patiently with breast strokes
Until suddenly their yoke broke
Knowing painfully we can't cope
With prices heavily on our fathers yoke
The Year has started with a Crude Joke
The Oil we celebrated now leaves us broke
Praying tirelessly on our knees
Until finally our yoke broke
***Busola Elegbede***
COPYRIGHT 2012
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