SamuelWhich other way can this fight be won without a gun?
Two united brothers has consciously separated along the run.
Dear Zik of Africa, the golden jacket you purchased for us has thorn .
The brotherliness you signed has long been dead and gone.
They said our flag will be worn during the war
In total confusion and fear we cried
Soon we’ll lose our mandate and hide.
Are you sure they will meet us alive?
See,even the strong has died.
The less privileges are losing their lives
A bright day they turned to a sudden night.
Every now and then they feed us with lies.
It’s a shameful thing that after our golden jubilee,
We cannot boast of producing even a pin.
They are gingered by applause from men behind the mask,
Who reward them with undeserved mark.
But we are aware that victory only tends to the lord.
God of our ancestors and everyone who enjoys giving their all to get to the top.
Ancient visions are trying to become a reality.
An independent nation yet we are gradually losing our identity.
Dear Chinua Achebe, things are really falling apart.
The people to which all these obligations were handed over to are breaking our heart.
At this point we need some light.
Cos our day light has been dimmed to night.
I should have said all these a long time ago,
But I was hoping they will take a quick action for our good.
Let’s meet at the back of our national stage.
To discuss how best to save this nation from stucking permanently inside the cage.
Samuel