"Sons of chameleon"

Roots planted oversea
Branches here to see,
Green pasture is your gain
for your workers here comes pain,


Here comes that day
To make your hay and day,
With your deceit agenda
To put us asunder,


Your hays and days are done
But your promises are gone,
Your deceit agenda brings chain
Ready to give stain,


Here comes homeless
Even bringing us hopeless,
Is this our fate?
Faith comes to be outdate.



You sons of chameleon
Where is our dominion?
No more topsy-turvy
No longer fuddy duddy.

Poet:Mulekanle Adedotun Adedoyin