GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

If you feel the war is not over
And the bile stirs the carcass of anger
Before you dig up the hatchet you buried
Before you beat the drum of war
GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

When your head is filled with storms
And you can’t stand the hurricane of wrongs
Especially when results foul the wind
Before you crop-off some scalps, please
GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

Even when Abacha’s ghost weeps at the good works
And a white flag is waved on the heaps of corpses
When the truth is strafed on a pendulum
Please pick up the bones, hold your rage and
GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

If you are a grieving one eaten by anger
Against the terrors in camouflage
Don’t you know federal horns feed fat from choice bones?
Just go back home and sleep with opened eyes, tomorrow
GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

If they call red white, and white black
And the villain is crowned a saint
If your wife fails in her spousal duties
Don’t cheat on her, hold your hardon and
GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

Justice is blind and at times deaf
But she’s the only friend you can count on
So if you can’t bear the burdens of omissions and commissions
Take your rugged cross and some Franklyn faces to her
GO TO THE TRIBUNAL

Who cares for you bloody anguish?
From a land with no foothold for peace
Where violence is a daily rite, bloodstained hands
Bloody hearts, tough heads dancing on quicksand
Brothers fight brothers to the applause of neighbours
Remember the tribunal will be staged near the rocky villa
Because you would rather blow up your home
Than live as one under one roof.

We are thrilled by this action packed movie
We are all excited to watch your nude dance
Count your corpses floating on the Rivers of blood
Name them one by one, see what your rage has done