You came with no warning
Like winds of Sahara and downpours of October
You rain sour milk to severely starved souls
With your cruel hands
Fighting our race, right in our face
You have marred and battered lives
Have afflicted sundry with suicidal thoughts
Don’t you hear them howling?
With voices hoarsen with hunger
The silent scream of the masses
A pretty ugly plea for mercy
Look what you’ve turned men to..
Paupers now beggars; savages now cannibals
Siblings selling siblings
Souls of blood for bowls of salad
Flutter by, butterfly of yester years
Your orange wings bring memories of good ol’ days
When the sun shone brighter and the rainbows wore colorful robes
When ‘garri’ was ten naira and ‘kulikuli’ five naira
Oh recession! Have you no shame?
From afar, echoes the cry of old men in depression
Breadwinners turned ‘breadwhiners’; spirits deeply sunken in frustration
Cage your crown at the cave of shame, cruel recession!