THE VOICE
The green voice spoke loudly
For the voiceless
Breaking through the walls
With lightning and thunder
The message of freedom
Spread sporadically like a gun shot
On our land
Green message written with a golden pen
Freedom fire flying free in the air
Freedom fire flying everywhere
The West African Pilot
Came like the Angel of Light
And broke the chains of colonialism
And like a new born baby
Gave us the baptism called-
NIGERIA!
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