Mistletoe

 

How can the story be told

Knowing how obvious it is to tell

For the people must know it all

Just the way it happened

Ah! The People, the people indeed;

There are two types of them;

Those of the false priesthood

And those whose sweat and blood

produce wealth for the former

 

Yes’ it is a case:

Of making 10 devil-like millionaires

Out of 10million hardworking,

Hunger-torn, Deprived people

It is an invitation to the devil’s feast

To listen to modern thieves and robbers

Of the wealth of the nation

Brag of their skills in stealing

From hardworking peasants.

The size of their bellies and heads

Determines how successful they are

In taking the juicy fruits of the workers

Into their big bellies and fat heads.

 

Oh this nation of shame and slavery

This nation of no-talk and Police uniforms

This nation of empty banks and no payments

This nation of no questioning of

So called constituted authority

This nation where rules the king

In a dubious priesthood

Can at long last know the mistletoe,

The parasite living on the trees of others lives,

And turn more attention to getting rid of it

This shame cannot be borne anymore

The king has brought ruins to the nation,

And a disgrace to an inheritance,

Of only …… if only …… But no ……

 

We have got the answer

The kings guns and bullets

Cannot be more powerful

Than our determination to get rid of him

And bring true positive changes

To this beloved fatherland

Yes mr.King we would say it:

Mr. King you are unfit

Mr. King you are evil

Mr. King you are the devil himself

 

Surrounded by your baby devils

So please leave our land

Please just go east homeward

Away from our southern Graceland

Get you out of the palace we built,

Give us back our monies you stole,

Stop killing us with the guns

And bullets we bought

Using the service of the men we pay

To kill us and our young ones

 

Come let us judge you

For the crimes against

The people and land,

You cannot force us:

To accept you as king

When we don’t want you

Go back home to the each

Far away from our southern Graceland

Yes let’s say it to his face

Say it more and more everyday

Say it Charlie, say it Victor

Say it Joe, say it Albert

Say it Black, say it Pa Ndi

Say it George, say it Christmas

Say it Larry, say it Chief Ayamba

Say it all in on chorus aloud

From the Diaspora to the home bace

Stand up tall and claim your land

Yes say it all

 

You gallant freedom fighters

Stop that king from destroying your nation

Yes say it all

And fear no death or detention

Don’t you sit there hoping?

For a change to come

But make the change come

Bring a new beginning for a new nation

Don’t apply old Reform

That has lost its scent

This is the moment, this is your moment

Come claim your land, your destiny

By Christmas Ebini