Never worry my friends
We are ready with plans
They are the master-plans
We can adopt to trends
Pilot the moving trains
Modern trains can fly
Go coast to cost with the goods
Metal frames and woods
Poachers swarming the woods
Covering the face and shy
Never trust the files
Even the heaven skies
Which don’t ever dry
They are bothered and shy
If they retain some flies
I warn you my friends
You want the modern trends
People deserting trains
With so many complaints
Who is to pay n.the end?
Birds are deserting the cage
A tragedy on stage
Mixed with a comical play
People play with clay
Babies cry and rage
It is a sorry state
Babies swinging plates
Begging a morsel to taste
People drinking crates
This is a shame and waste
Abdulkadir Babajo
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 27 Apr 1992, p. 45. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.