To you soldier without uniform,
Comander-in-Chief of heart forces
That fights battle without weapon
But launching incendiary missiles
...
Arise O' intelligentsia
The truth to know has come
Service to our fatherland
Our priority shall be
...
Kpoka! Kpoka! ! Kpoka! ! !
This memories fire in my head
Of thee who endlessly fought
My battle in this slum I live
...
Africa has this long dead bled
From her self-induced torture
Which had reduced her to nothing
And it's transited into this future
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I am the fearless blade of Peter
That splits from the nerves
Down to marrow and spine
Of the subtle men with high order
...
I slept
I dreamt
I saw my church
Jampacked with flux of personalities
...