Harvesters! – Adewale Sobowale
Oh when the Saints. Went for prayer,Against the slayer!For elongated life,Before being paradised. Go marching on. Not knowing,Death was coming.In a jiffy,Without pity! Oh when the Saints. Through the gunWith no fun.Though no robberBut a farmer. Go marching on Not to matterRat a tatter.Throats are slitFor cows to eat. Oh Lord I want to be…


