I dare you turn the pages of the age
I dare you tell us who is your sage
A saint sage who has never defrauded us
Look around southern-northern Poles of our coast
Show us who is for us
Show us who's for the wretched masses
Among them in this land of unease,
Is there voice for the voiceless again?
The one who is not supporting Bandits
A stark religion bigotry
Full of rhetoric lies and covert evils
Talk more do little their watch word
The generation of kill the best spare the worst
Criminals in corridors of power
Roaming round for insatiable greed
Accumulating from home to strange shores
They are not our nationalists
Who nationalizing everything in Sights for their foreign keep
From the pages of our history and moments
Who is your sage?
Good foundation and visions
Long lost to lust and power struggle
I dare you new era of nationalism must arrived
I dare you to arise and join
Or leave no hope for present and future
Here I firmly stand for a generational leadership change!
©Dele Abiola
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