Hey, haywire, shout
On the streets of Lagos
Traders scattering
Reeling to and fro
Despair on their faces
Beaten blue and black
Traders on the streets of Lagos
Hanging this dragging that
Their mind overweighing their luggage
Flattened by the trials of the moment
Petty people the petty traders
The barking order of the enforcer
Government agent of change
Casting down and dislodging
Confisticating wares of the people
jostling , pushing and jerking;
these people the petty traders
the wailers of time and hope