National Disgrace

By Uduma Kalu

THE gang has gathered for a bottle of blood
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The Rock is ablaze with glitches and guitar
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They dance to the glitch that stole the votes.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They fought Maradona. They fought Maxim.
Yo ho for a bottle of rum.
Now they dance to the glitch that stole the votes.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They roll the room with tons of drugs.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They squander the liquor like pirates of ships.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
Empire of thieves they build to sleaze.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They plot like sluts with slips of tongues.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They appoint she male as thief of state.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
Trillions they plough for things not seen.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They seize some states and sleaze and steal.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They appoint a Laureate as priest of rogues.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They sing of pirates that rob and rip.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They share the loots from like sluts in streets.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They speak a language with scent of nation.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They bond with bandits that rape and rile.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
Their generals pay for loots they wrest
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The priest of pirates poets for rogues.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The rogues of states and thief of state,
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They share the loots the oils loot.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The billions they borrow for to boost their bucks.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They fought Maxim for a bottle of rum.
Yo ho for a bottle of rum.
They yelled Karl Marx in hoods of cons and skulls.
Yo ho for a bottle of rum.
They wrote of blood and billions of sleaze.
Yo ho for a bottle of rum.
They sipped in dollars and slips of schools.
Yo ho for a bottle of rum.
Some were spies with apples and poison
Yo ho for a bottle of rum.
Now, they chant, ‘down democracy ‘ they said was best.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They sleaze and steal the votes.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They dance the glitch and dim the votes.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They loot the land and name them streets.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They hale the loots, the hell the hearts.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The thief of state struggles and ups.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
He sprinkles blood on robes of Laureate.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
He grunts a sound and “Grand Con” he grants.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The poet that lied he makes a con.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
That he’s con now next to Grand.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The thief of state now calls the rest
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
First con, second con, third con, other cons.
They con coins, count corns, tell cops, eat corns.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
But these cons con coins not corns…
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
And jaiied for life they silenced.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The Rock is ablaze with glitches and guitar.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The gangs of cons have seized the ship.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
Yo ho they drink and drug.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
E push dem. Dem push am. Dem no dey lie.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They stink and smell with drugs of thief.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They quote Marx and animals in farms.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
That classlessness is cloak of cons.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
The gangs gather and honour themselves.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
They sleaze the state and shame the nation.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.
That dishonour is best for thieves.
Yo ho for a bottle of blood.