₦airaland Forum

The Truth
Let us unveil this oppressive torment
Which burns underneath us
Like an ember of dry firewood
Why not say the truth
And break the yoke of captivity
You locked yourself in
Let us cry out loud the truth
Though it is a bile to their ears
Stinging it with fully loaded venoms

Let us speak the truth even
If we were to battle the Lion
Though we were not Samson
If we were to be beheaded
in the sacred groove like a goat
And if we were to be trashed
A hundred time like the
Reappearing weeds at
The hardworking farmers plantation