In life and in death
Your memory will live
To ply the roll calls,
Of heroes ever lived
The man in the heart
Collosus of gallance
And gusto our juvenile met,
To harken to his red sea
The green grass of hope
Over the sagging of night
Wore the dress of enemity,
We find hard redress
Still the greatest father
We lord! to bring us change
Yet in midst of our strive,
Made us madening lards!
May we not die young
For no one is thy bird
Doom to be killed,
By the sharpened knife
Of thy deadly legacy.
What Nigeria is become now is another cause to worry of in the hands of our lord!
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