By Tikum Mbah Azonga
The vanguards are out
Out with impunity and a vengeance in all their spendour
Each carries a policeman`s baton
They come forth with a common goal
To make the chairman
And not unmake him
To unearth him
And not bury him
They`re armed to the teeth for the bout
Despite their abject innocence and apparent candour
Although they`ve never been to Clapton
That`s because they carry a common goal
And like a single man
They want to achieve it with no whim
They won`t even for a kingdom re-baptize their boss, "Tim"
Neither will they offer him a mere Sim
That`s why today they`ve sworn they`ll make Paul Biya fear him
Copyright 2010
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