Power danced on drunken feet
Burning a pathway through our clan
Swirling with rancor, it entangles our able-bodied
Dwadling on its crazy heels
It trails derison through our streets
Paving a sandy grave for the children
Ensnared in its path
Reckong the invasion flowed through our gates
Unbeknown to me, it's the puddle next door
Thinking the dart flew over the barricade
Alas! It was sharpened within our walls
At the time I thought I knew it all
Strife ruled, violence growled
The drone of words all muddled up
Until the voice of its knights are heard no more
Orphans cried, widows mourned
The children have all grown up, not
Because they've come of age
This invasion indeed has taken its toll.
The voices of our children beg to be heard
The boundaries erected only reach so high
Until it appears a crack there within
This flood of corruption only flows so swift
Until the soil of our land sucks it all up and dry
...pondering and wondering, I asked myself
Will justice ever rule this path again?
Written by; Busayomi Alabi
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