We didn't on the day of shine
Bring our sliced okra to the sun
When it is time to drink palm wine;
We instead chose to drink whiskey
And took the name of ours to be illicit
We blundered;
And looked for our black goat
Only when it was dark
We delayed
And we are caught
In the tangling web of greed
And postponement;
Everything is going down
Especially our ages
And the expectant generation
We live behind is clasping
Nothing but air
O' my country.
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