WHAT WE THE CROWD DEMAND

Send them to us

Send them from above

Send them down for us to trap and taste

We won`t eat them for we have not the wherewithal

We`ll just taste them for we are wonton sheep in the wilderness.

We don`t want the rolling Ayaba stream

Nor the famished Lake Nyos

Nor the famished Kribi Beach

Nor the sun-burnt Tundra north

Nor even the archbishop`s old tunic

No, we want Compaore`s lip-coated glass

Sankara`s stained Tee-shirt

Paul Biya`s overhauled farm tractor

John Fru Ndi`s sun beaten farm hat

Bello Buba`s holy chaplet

Wrapped in Issa Tchiroma`s latest gandourrah.

Send them down to us

Don`t ask us why

Just send them down to us

We know what to do with them

And we know how to defend ourselves.

We don`t want your spun yarns

We don`t want your setting sun

We don`t want you madding crowd

We don`t want your cabinet meetings

We don`t want you golden throne

We don`t want your scepter of power

That`s not what we want

We`ve told you what we want

So, send them to us

Send them down to us.