Inside Salako is a cage not seen
Too strong to break but with a sword
Their mothers beg for vengeance
Vengeance? I beg your pardon
They live like sparrows
Fed with cigar instead of grains
When men become boys
They become taller than their aged parents
Feeding them with water not food
Inside Salako women are girls
And the girls are women
They parade the streets looking for whom to devour
It is partly not their fault if I may say
For they have been tutored inside Salako
The bestowed home for rebels
The future wastes inside Salako
It takes just one voice to change the status quo.
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