When the drummer’s foot is on the drumming stick
The riddim of the beat can never be achieved
The message of the song is contaminated
And dancers are compelled to dance to the wrong tune
Again! Not all men are killed With the gun
Some are killed With the pen and ink of dishonest poets
Those who do not do justice with their pens
Neither inscribing the truth
No dispelling the falsehood
Dishonest poets are
Those poets whose words are in complete contrast to the their actions
Those who help the oppressors
By not exposing their transgressions
But praising and chanting the evil
While knowing that: “Helping the oppressor is an oppression against the oppressed”
Dishonest poets are
Those sweet tongued love poets
That play with people’s heart using their artistry as the weapon
Those who fill peoples ears with sweet vocabularies
But actions are like salt on a fresh wound
