The soldiers
They Come To Power
Through The Barrel
Of The Gun
And Not Through
The Barrel
Of The Box
They Have A gun
In One Pocket
And Not A Chewing Stick
They Have Bullets
In The Other Pocket
And Not Kola-Nuts
They Don`t Shake Hands
But Salute
They Don`t Smile
So To Scare Us
They Put On Dark Glasses
So We Don`t See Their Red Eyes
They Cover Their Hearts
With Bullet Prove Protection
So We Don`t See
The Soldier Heart
They Kill
To Get Rid Of You
They Jail You
Until You Are Rotten
They Kill
To Shut Your Mouth
They Steal
But You And I Don`t Dare To Talk Or
Ask Questions
The Guns, The Guns, The Guns
Better Wake Up
With The African Cock Crows
Than The Bullet Crows
Of The Military
Long Live
Civilian Elected Governments
And Down With Military Regiems.
Matarr M. Jeng.
E-mail mmjeng@ishoejby.dk