VIKINGS

 
Skol! Skol! Skol! Skol!
They chant as they drank rum from a skull
'Skol!' I replied as we drank from a skull
The sons of Ragnar son of Odin
We are the direct blood-line of the great Odin.
Skol then!
To pirates with no aim
Fooled to hit the street stealing from passers-by
Wasting their lives in nuisance thinking they are warriors
And yet scale over the highest walls at sight of the police.
Skol! To soldiers that run
Skol! To thieves that are not rich
Skol! To freed slaves used by political overlords to kill their brothers
as they campaign for power
Skol! To a pirate with a pirated life
If Ragnar is your father then skol to your shame!
Where is the honor in being a viking?
Killing innocent people and killing each -other?
Where are the ships you sail?
Why do you thwart the good crafts of the great Floki
By sailing our boats on blood
A voyage to no mean harvest
A landing to no mean shore nor capital.
Ragnar our father was a farmer,
A farmer turned king
A king turned god
He always wanted to conquer lands for us to farm
He fought and conquered for the common good of his people.
Skol! To King Ragnar Lothbroke
Shame! To voyageurs with no ships
Shame! To Nigerians thinking they are Scandinavians
Shame! To every Nigerian Norseman
Shame on plaza and Calabar South boys