In Niger-area with certitude bound
With a waning eagle at range atop
Two undignified stallions on arid,
There gaz'd the view of pregnant-like shepherds
Misleading flock of sheep lethe-ward to drown.
Hungry were the flock that wax since nineteen-
Sixty: Bellied leaders I see this day
Fatten'd as oxen, bountiful in wealth;
A weakling eagle and two coy stallions
Leaving the region with wreck armless coats.
A wretch shield that defends not the masses
At intervals when poverty strikes blow,
What pride is left to have for our horses?
Will our bald eagle r'gain her momentum?
A saviour in-need, in Niger-area
Dappl'd with pain are we informal to
As the costus spectabilis is found;
Blankly, are we hanging on time retort.
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