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BARRACK

By: Olayiwola Faith

 

The thunderous sounds of flapping flip-flops

Singing in its melancholic voice

No identity   No choice

Our future is bright

That was in time past

 

In the unity of mind-liken fellows

Protesting in the quality of education

On our fathers’ sweat we toil

We plead for a relief

And ask for its release

 

In the delicate sense of common sense

That makes it uncommon philosophically

That breaks our ideology held delicately

Obnoxious laws are then passed on us

To further weaken us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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