Good days gone bad
Not only have we lost our values
But afloat on the water we lay
Let’s talk about truth
My people say fashion is whatsoever that trends
So they little girls imitate because they don’t want to be termed local
The boys join because they can’t stand their peers thinking shallow of them
So even in madness they tag along
And this insanity feeds on the mind of naïve souls
Making them lunatics when they were made whole
Yet its called fashion
Worri no dey carry last!
It’s not about cultural background anymore, is it?
Cause this thing called trend excludes me, only if I’m six feet below
Well, I rather make rocks my pillow and the sand my bed to lay
For this aberration persist till liberation comes
Like I said it’s just fashion
I can’t beat them, I guess I have to join them, Hell no!
If you want to kill me, do have the honor of pulling the trigger
You want change and you can’t even make a fight for it
Well this one is no good than a chicken
I guess We made it too easy for this decadence to thrive
Hey! Come have a look, this 'silhouette challenge' is trending
No! I forbid myself from seeing such filth from the pit of hell
My mama told me my body defines my essence
It’s tells me 'my nudity is an asset'
I see now that we move no further
If the things we represent hold no water
What cause are we fighting for
Maybe after all we're still slaves even after the cross
Let’s say no to immorality
Let’s make Jesus trend!
©Mary Usoro
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