Who dem be?

Angry youth, forced to loot
What was theirs, from their root
Their fire spittng guns, sends everyone on the run
They swore to reclaim, what by right was their claim

Step not on their toe, be U friend or foe
To hell with peaceful protest they swore
Setting the stage for a dual with the law

Tired of working hard for money
While politicians eat easy honey

They have the boldness of ancient spartans
The world call them Niger Deltans.