I see the truth fallen in the street,
In its zeal, equity rushes to her help,
But at the gate stands a gang of evil
Preventing innocent equity from entering;
Justice stands afar and just shakes his head in coldness.
Your wrong, my wrong!
Your wrong, my wrong, our wrong!
A house of docility—community of timidity!
A city of jokers—nation of drunks!
Silence is the cream for our skin.
It is fun and cheering for evil to dance before our faces
Like beautiful young virgins in seductive anklets;
It accords us the happiest people on Earth!
…One, two, go…
Straight from the dregs of drunkenness,
Eyes go starry, mouths activate with yearning,
Two hands on the hips and legs go loll;
Even so do issues arise one moment and the next,
We are back in hangover.
Let’s gather together in our hearts and minds as we read this letter:
We sow seeds daily like a harlot that uses no contraceptives, yet expecting there would be no babies. Even so we expect no fruits of the seeds we sow. Parents tell young ones except they do wrong, they wont make it. Black and white has become altogether to us as white with no difference, while silence is the Hall of Gaining Respect we all enter into.
‘mo ti bo’ is the song and new language when someone’s status changes suddenly, not minding whether the rest of his own household even exists.
…the New Nigeria rides on the wings of the wind and comes quickly!
You will never see it or enter into it if you persist in evil!
Together let us pick up our sovereignty and fight against every agent of evil in our land.
Shine your eyes Nigerians; all that glitters is not gold!
Receive the New Nigeria!
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