The Mess Age

Heavily armed soldiers posted up in the streets
Fingers glued on their triggers; now that’s safety
Metallic doors locked behind decorated bars
Barbed-wired tall fences guarding the yards

Who Bewitched Africa?

Lost ID’s, like aliens that crash-landed on this planet
We both had no idea about who we were before we met
We found ourselves hardly floating on the tides of this life
Swimming through its lows and highs
Scheming through this ocean of lies