Lyrics: Olúwatóbi Fawehinmi
Music: Olúwatóbi Fawehinmi
SARS.
It is severe, yes it is.
Maybe even worse than this
Troublesome and loathsome it is
Sores, pains, it ravages wholly the system
Corruption, death these two, the result
Forever separated from life, no resort
No escape, there's no escaping this
We've fallen low, to our legs attached
Heavy stones that take us deeper
Yet deeper! We cry for help! Help!
It is acute, it happened too quickly
It was a fruit eaten, fruit forbidden
But the mother of us all thought
Maybe if it's done quickly, it wouldn't hurt.
She ran to our Father, First Man
She didn't convince him, he knew woman
Had fallen, would he fall too with her?
He thought.
I'll do it quickly, yes First Man did it quickly.
And so down they went, down they went.
It's respiratory, we are all coughing now
For we've all contracted it.
Now we all, I mean, we children of father and mother
We are all ill, sick and that's our tick
To do wrong we only know
To spread this virus, we are evangelists
It's all natural now.
We don't want that, we protest
We want it our own way, that's our text.
If any man fails us, we would revolt!
Move over or we would spread our smoke!
It's a syndrome, yes, it's sickening.
Do you not see the pattern, the signs
You need not close your eyes
It's all around but we mask it
Different colors, different shades
Different degrees and manifestations
Our actions echo our cough symptoms
We have a virus, the virus is sin in us.