1.We grew to tyrants' den.
And so listen to the piercing echo
Of whimpers from the chamber of death.
But they call it music to dance to.
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2.We saw the Naira blazenly fall.
But they say, it is like a hero at war
Whose fall was only a chance to learn
And come back up with a story to tell
A sword to wield and a glistening armour.
But when the hero drops, down and dead?
And never gets to stand on his feet?
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we hear the moan and cries
Of men grunting from pain.
But they say, 'it is the laughter of men at play'.
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Let 'em hide and we shall seek.
Let 'em strike and we shall keep.
Let 'em call a dog a cat.
And we shall wait till when it's dark.
And the dog shall speak out its mind.
Patiently! Patiently! the dog'd bark.
And then shall come, the threshold of our freedom.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem