Abiodun Dolapo Oluwaseun
Time alone will tell, of souls fed to distress
When a hole in my dress, equals a hole in my chest
When an apple I didn't eat, becomes the key to my death
Clutched, Clamped, and Chained
Freedom became a mere words on the pages of the papers
It holds no water
When our rights can be likened to a rice
The fire is off, it can no longer rise
The Black is your colour
But should it also be your culture
Extortion is the language you understand
I blame you not, for your bosses are managers of the banks
Where the only acceptable currency is CORRUPTION
Trigger Happy child they call you
All hail you, plus damn fool, damn you
Time alone will tell
Well that time is here
To the ones that amplifies our request through their knees and protests
Keep SOROSOKE(ing), our God in Heaven listens
Your prayers provides Strength when we are weary.
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