Smooth ride within a second
Corrupted by pot-holes
Those are the testimonies of their zero-minds
For her to be good, billions are allocated
But to the pockets of the Fixers it has disappeared.
Here we are stuck in between the commandoes
Who has capitalized on the zero-mindedness of our Fixers
Now the innocent citizenry would bear their default.
They have strike, they have strike
In broad day light they have strike
Men of the dark night
Now found courage in day light.
We are in trouble
For the minutes they lasted
Our faith hangs in the air
Will we live to tell our story?
Or would we be escorted beyond
By the butt of their weapon
In silent, our hearts prayed.
�Nsikak Andrew, 10th September, 2007 & 15th April, 2008