Anthem for Essingang

O, macaroon covered with poor chicks' feathers

Go sit down and pride yourself in thievery

Like the slums your disgraceful flag shall fly

With your havoc to your name ever true

My father's house that once all tongue could tell

Has now become a house of thieves

So the rest of the world can see

The emblem of the tears of our people





Clan of mbokos, clan of bandits

With death and sadness in our store

Thine be disgrace, thine be great shame

And repudiation for evermore....


Curled from, Bleeding Red: Cameroon in Black and White