I am a poetic hero;
In my veins flow rivers of satire
And my words are the locusts,
Munching corruption's greenleaves!
My words speak for the mere men,
And shines light on the darkdeeds
Of them that loot our war chest!
My words are like the lightning
Showing you a path to the shore of solace
When sorrow rains on your heart!
So remember me when I've gone
The way of my fore-fathers,
Beyond the border of this world!
When I go where legs shall walk
Into the womb of the earth
On the lane of eternal silence!
My people let my words remain
In your heart and recite my verses
When thorns grow on your earth!
Whisper my name to the ears
Of your unborn, that I was once thunder,
Before the time of their rainfall!
Nigeria, celebrate me now
And when I breathe no more,
Inscribe my name on remembrance' wall!
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