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.
