Omotolani Osinachi

Our people trekking boot
Reluctant to move forward
due to hunger people die
Our children's tears drop
Like that of a rain
No pain no gain.

The adult wail
The innocent blood of our youth
Rent the air like sirens
The sacrifice of our youth are in vain
The pain are not in the leaders' heart.

We are ready to die
The people cry

As the necessary sacrifice to effect the necessary change
The revelation of our forefathers
Will always come to pass
The leaders have turn their deaf ears to our petitions
The sound of one gun today,
the sound of another tomorrow
O Giant Africa,
Why hast thou turn deaf ears to our plea?

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