This peace of mind,
Coming not from above,
On your stool like a dove,
It is not a peace of mind.
This peace of mind,
Before you all today,
But, it is temporary,
Crying in the final glory.
This peace of mind,
Stealing from the masses,
Please, remember we're all visitors here,
Where will looters sojourn over there?
This peace of mind,
Covering like the snails,
Pressing with political stones,
Traditional calabashes, religious crosses
That they may not crawled away,
But, it is a temporary,
And when is the day,
Never a peace of mind.
This peace of mind,
Reshaping our daily conscience,
Blinding our vision,
How's it a pure science?
This peace of mind,
Oh, our shower of blessings,
But, how soon we've forgotten,
That there can be a rain,
Beating us by the way,
Erosion visits the reign,
With mighty flood of blood,
Hasting road red with frogging toad (s) .
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