Cry the beloved Buluk

It was not night 
or even twilight 
but at blazing noon
that they came;
Men with guns 
like gangsters in American films 
rode up, and
opened fire! 

Up into the open air and all around 
bullets flew. 
People screamed in agony, 
blood flowed in the street, 
the police officers across the road 
did not wait to call for backup 
but went straight over the wall 
running for dear life. 
cry the beloved Buluk! 

In majesty, they strolled into Adabiak
and helped themselves to cash and goodies.
Armed thieves have taken us captive
in our own town and neighbourhood
Armed tugs rape our land and people,
Must we stand like sheep?
Cry the beloved Buluk!

Protest we did
we the youth
out in rage
and they called us names
and took us to court
that we did not seek permission. 
cry the beloved Buluk!

Tell me, you black sheep!
conspirators in our rape, 
partakers in iniquity.
Did these thieves seek permission, 
when they stopped us on the road 
and took our monies and goods?
When they stalked us by day,
went over our walls whilst we slept
and carried our motors away?
cry the beloved Buluk!

Did they request permission,
when they opened fire in the market square
and shed our blood in the streets?
or when they attacked us in our temples
and carried away our offering?
cry the beloved Buluk!

How can we be silent under siege
when those who should protect us 
join in our rape?
Arise my people!
Rage against this flagitious lot
and the conspiring black sheep
who turn a blind eye to our plight.
cry the beloved Buluk!