Round Two Servitude by AKADIRI Samuel O.

Formerly, It was a shout of freedom we all heard, It now come plain, that we are freezed not free, The westerners seems to open our eyes, to radiants around, Later we finally realised that we are perpetually blindfolded. Clergymen preach on the top of their voice, Not long we discovered, it was the cry of their belly, Lullabies song flooded our heart as pet babies, Ah! Ah!! Ah!! pricked in our revolution on their bully. We've forgotten our origin, We've neglected our native tongue, As an ocean that goes up and turns back senselessly, so we are, since we lay under sack kennel. Our legs are stabbed with fetters and chain, Come our quest; when shall we then align again? Powers promised to heal our wounds, It was later; salt in the place of capsule. Fictious laugh in collect of precious gold, Our progenitors sold us to them for nut, They never travel far to check on us, Our world lay await for our disarray.

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