“Oooh! Save us from old wines”

He once headed the council of chiefs

Together they became a gang of thieves

Pilfering the commonwealth

Eating the gains and drinking the peoples sweat

By time and chance they became ousted

And the community witnessed some rest

Many; thinking they had accepted their wrongs of acute misdemeanor,

Went on honeymoon spree.

Alas!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gbenga, kiku and the rest erupts from their hiding tunnel,

Stretching forth fingers to the air trying to make atonement

Even baba sanjo secretly manipulates

He just can’t get his hands off the national chocolate

Every four 365, the brethren keeps buying new skins

Hoping to pour in new wine

But the vendor betrays,

He still secretly brings in the expired wines

And somewhat mixes it with some drop of new ones

But when the assumed new wine gets into the belly

Some aches starts telling

But the belly owner tells the belly to bear,

That the aches’ only got another four 365 to stay there

Some bellies and the owners submit to death,

Some submit to bear,

But all in all; a Man called the greatest

Says; least ye keep pouring old wines into new skins and they keep bursting

Pour new wines into new skins and preserve them

Oooh brethren rise up to the call and separate the old from the new

Lest our skins keeps tearing.

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