Hunger walks the streets
With a retinue of naked ribs
Agbaga!, Hunger walks the streets
With a retinue of naked ribs
Behind him a legion of tax-gatherers
Bearing bleeding curses and flaying whips
Yam’s new name is “Mafowokanmi”*
Bread has raced past the laborer’s reach
Yes, yam’s new name is “Mafowokami”
While bread has sprinted past the laborer’s reach
There is no written law in this land
That desperate Want can never breach
Rumbling stomachs, dizzy motions
Sleepless eyes at war with the clock
Say, rumbling stomachs, dizzy motions
Sleepless eyes at war with the clock
Kwashiorkor children parade the roads
In a land beyond shame, immune to shock
A desperate mother gives up
Her baby for a bag of rice
Eewo**!, desperate mother gives up
Her baby for a bag of rice
Her only iro*** flutters in the wind
Held together by a league of lice
In this land of blind and soulless rulers
Hunger walks the streets, a cold, oblivious Emperor
Say, in this land of blind and soulless rulers
Hunger walks the streets, a cold, oblivious Emperor
To the few who have, this is a rich, caring nation
To the many so deprived, it is nothing short of a gigantic error
*Touch-me-not
** wrapper won by women
*** Abomination!
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