A lone in the jungle,
Food or no food to eat;
A thorn in my muscle.
Opportunity or none,
Not educated or learned;
A business of your neck
A lone in the jungle yes! .
A jungle of one man race,
But home occupied by men.
Wealthy and powerful like..
Lions in a quest for battle.
United in blood for formalities.
A tree naturally survive in the soil,
Alone all-through yet it has origin.
Iroko tree grows alone with no care,
A careless being calls it; my strong timber.
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