By Temitope Adefolaju
Soberly, liberty begat our reality
In reality, the supposed unity stands
Only as a fantasy, speaking frankly
Oh! How they plead and bleed
For only those they prey on?
Freedom fighters’re disarmed
By dripping honey from looters’ bounties.
Castrated youths seek to birth the future
Agonizing mothers keep the urns
Of children’s cremation
Men, alive but lost
Seek finding selves in drinking to stupor.
Locked in a cage
Many dance to the music of freedom
“Liberty! Liberty!!” They call as a friend
While no strategy to outlive their poverty is drawn
Independence gained, freedom lost!
Either Con or Saint
Each draws his fame and fetters
Howbeit shall you answer the call for rebirth
For true Liberty belongs only to the reborn!