in silence we die each day
smiling to our uniforms in pain
a call to service in penury
a little protest is labeled mutiny

a death sentence is your penalty
forgetting you carried all duties perfectly with dignity
is it a crimes to ask for a better welfare?
meanwhile, those at the top are well fed

allowances are denied without a second thought
country doesn’t cares if you sweat and rot
a standing order you dare not disobey
if dem nab you, you go know say true true death dey

conspiracy they call it if you want to agitate
our ogas walk in steeze while we depreciate
a call to service can turn “call to glory”
no one is best, nobody holy

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