Why feed us with counted grains of local rice?
In you, demon rise
Crusts of bread for our children
Pains and sorrows for our women
Indigenes never rise
OH! Let us starve and save our future
We may deserve it but spare our future the torture.
We slap punishment from our acronym,
The leaves flags and support our dream
Microorganisms supports and cause diseases outbreak for nature
Let wipe our tears and start the race
We struggle to create a peaceful pace
We shall rejoice with a joyful face
Let take back our right
We have a clear chance.
O'feranmi
Nice write up.
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