₦airaland Forum

Beside the rising sun. The black gold was found. Echoes that goes on. Of unimaginable sounds.
Flowing black water burns.
Beneath once a fertile ground.
Alternate in blessings forgone.
Youth now carrying guns.
Avenging avengers wrought.
For battles not yet fought.
Civilians turning to be juntas.
like tomatoes and absoluta.
Strong in their dreams.
But dead on the scene.
The beard Ikemba took a step.
Now he would have frown on a replay.

Well thought,easy to understand kudos