BULLETS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.

Bullets speak louder than words

I know, I heard and saw it for myself
When the robbers came to the bank
For the first time the street fell silent
No car horns, no okadas buzzing
No shouting, fighting, raucous laughter
All fell silent as the guns blazed
With their own unique molten cadenza
My friends it’s the truth I tell you
Bullets speak louder than words

Just look at our friend Mugabe
A million dead due to poverty and hunger
And a million more to go through disease
Yet he sits there quietly mocking
Planning his Christmas fete for friends and family
Whilst the international community imposes
Their worthless and hypocritical sanctions
Because he knows that he controls the choir
And at the very first sign of real trouble
He will deliver them special Christmas carols
And will watch them fall silent once again
My friends it’s the truth I tell you
Because bullets speak louder than words

And to the terrorists of India
Who came to kill in the dead of night
Who knows how long they had been agitating
Asking for “constructive dialogue”
Where was Sky News, CNN, Al Jazeera
When their words fell on deaf ears
But armed and dangerous and full of swagger
Lost for words no longer “speaking”
They took to the streets to cause their carnage
Left us speechless with their message
My friends it’s the truth I tell you
Bullets speak louder than words

And while the streets of Lagos are littered
With the poor, the sick, the mad, the homeless
A Senator imports a floating hotel to the Marina
Says it will bring much needed tourists
Like what we need is more people in Lagos?
What will it do for us ask the trampled masses?
Will it feed, or clothe, or house or cure us?
But it’s hard to hear the masses crying
Above the sounds of clicking champagne glasses
But the man on the street will soon learn the secret
That if you scream and scream but no one hears you
My friends it’s the truth I tell you
Bullets speak louder than words


Lets not forget our leaders in Abuja
Where the rot is truly set
Where there is no room for true discussion
Where freedom of information is just an act
Where our trusted leader Yardy, good a man as they say he is
Finds himself surrounded by Judas'
Out to only enrich themselves
Each of them with forty policemen
Not to protect them from the sniper’s bullet
But for the day when the masses open their eyes
And close their mouths
Because suddenly they have discovered that
My friends it’s the truth I tell you
Bullets speak louder than words