Born with a silver spoon,
But was never at ease,
With a face calm in peace;
Correcting injustice!
Buddha denied his wealths.
Nkemba spent his own,
To save many from deaths;
Where many were disowned.
Rejected and deprived.
Dejected and denied.
Your hands were duty tied.
Boldness made them untied.
Your cause: a cause of peace.
Your cause: a cause for life.
There is no peace without war.
And in peace there is life.
Cowards can row in blood,
And pretend there is peace.
Aburi was a reason
In deep wisdom seasoned.
Truth, a bitter capsule.
Do we need a Gbedu,
Or borrow Fotofron,
To alert the oppressed?
Some traitors war's inquest,
Nearly led to your arrest.
But quick to providence;
Wise counsel: a defence.
Pity to the people!
Pity to the losers:
Pity to betrayers,
Pity to backstabbers.
The war: was never lost.
The war: was never won.
And you a lollapalooza,
NKEMBA! Our father!
Yes, your face calm in peace.
Yeah! The fury of peace.
My piece, an orphan's mite;
For the nerve in your might!
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