In the days of yore
Before civilization was born
When, in the heart of deserts
We were born and bred as one
In equality, but without similarities

Our land was endowed with silk and gold
As giants we are known to be bold
Alas! Our days are lost to the seed of time
And my rulers turn their skin to please Death

We are one of different foster
There tongue wags, in utmost greed
“Though once it was our crown” they say
The national cake shall be cut

Wolfs in human skin, half kin to monsters
Your heirs shall suffer as mine when the cake is no more
And we dance to the tune of your acts
While our children weep out their blood

Written by: Taofiqat Nasiru Ayomide
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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