HISTORY LEAF

Those bastards and betrayers of communal trust,
Suckers and drainers of masses sweats.
Those who have wrinkled
Our green rising age

They, the obsequious agent of imperialism
The devoted minion of neo-conolialism
Those who in their faculty
Rooted in shackling and caging our land,
Fixing Africans in odious independence,
Making capitalism eternal,
Running down our resilient energy
For the sight of tomorrow's light.

They are the riped citrus
Who dares to lash its mama.
They are the beast, the he-goat
Who ask for its gold's back in bed
There are first class prodigals
Who priced us cheaply to the forbidden skin
From across the sea.

Are we not the civilization craddle?
The Egypt pyramid - an evidence.
The first man is Owu man
We knew that from science
Let's sprayed out all living
In the land of sahara,
If the earth won't spin to halt.

Nkurumah is away forever
Shankara we had lost to the ghosts' land
Gadaffi has recieved an handshake with the spirit
Mandela now owns an apartment down below
Awo, Zik and Sardauna
Had quenched thier thirst from Asarailu's pot.
The home now empty, only people's noise could be heard.

We call upon the dead,
When the living efforts in naught
Youth! I mean you
That's not your seat
Go open the history leaf.

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