So Sadly so their Souls So Sadly So Their souls Ours was a barrel of laughter that they will come home Our eagle eyes of tomorrow They could make our...
I forsee a Nigeria With solar powered, long lasting street lamps Blaring light upon the dark dank road that leads to Makoko. I for see a Nay-shun Where human rights...
Will it rain soon? Did the trumpet sound? Will those flower bloom? Did the contract stand? From six feet below the ground Surely, those questions are not grand Days ago...