Tyrants alike

Murderers in honour

Seking public appraisal

“Thank you Mr. President”

For letting a brother hide

With the coward country fellow.

Who would not glare his gun



Obasan the judge

Taking decision at will

To an eminent fall so real.

From Monrovia to Abuja

Playing pun with parting words

Come and stay in my empire

I have paid the gunmen

To resist everyone who opposed.

Come and see my kingdom



Murderer!

Where will quell the war with bullets

Falling cowards at my will

I will take good care of you

Give you the thanks of protection

From the U.N to courts and threats

We are lawbreakers alike.



All these nations though so great

Cannot hide a ‘you’ the murderer.

South Africa 's Mbeki

Ghana's John Kofour

Mozambique Mousilini what? what?

They will not dare U.N



I am strong and connected

Powerful than power

Come to Calabar and hide

And from there I take you round

Till you become Nigerian.



Marry, absorbed like Yormie Johnson

Come killer come

Doe is dead

Come and enjoy

The bliss of all your crime

In my country of crime.

There is no home in Kenya

Senegal is no part to the ploy.

We make crime and hide wanted criminals



Fear not come

Bush is a friend come

Fear no Blair come

Come Taylor

Hide in a country of crime

Where international court of justice

Is no reach.

macaulay akinbami

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-blood-brodas/