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By:  Alegbeleye Okikiola

We swore to burn down hell

with fire words,

And sulphuric statements.

For we are only babies being fed iron,

being led like sheep.

We bawled to kill

with heavy rolling congresses,

with unionism spears.

For we were only preys

fed up, about

being fed on.


Yesterday, our echoes were stripped of their


our tides and waves hooked

along the shores.


Today, we’re voiceless

as our tongues no longer quibble, but rather

chirps lullabies to our ears.

Relying on pen, mightier than sword

to fight the lords.

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