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<pre class="wp-block-verse">Our lord on the gold seat, with his sceptre,<br>High up the rock; blessed among rocks,<br>In the shadows of Aso the brave,<br>Upon the land of yams, once of the Bwari’s.<br><br>Our lord is a don; sun of a gun,<br>Swept our love and prints with spines of fronds<br>Into a bottle of 'change'; a fiction that<br>Our gunned old men wrote with wax, in the sun.<br><br>Our lord is not heartless, but<br>A withered heart of gold's as good as none,<br>Our lord's skin has life and breathes, but<br>What good is cuticle that is numb?<br><br>Our lord has ears, and he hears<br>Whispers of the bourgeoisie in his right, and<br>Wailings of the abject masses in his left;<br>Whose stapes is Apollyon.<br><br>Our lord can speak; but to few directly,<br>The francophones; Tu Parles francais?<br>To the anglophones, he's translated<br>By ‘Layi Moo-hammed, heralds of verisimilitude.</pre>
 
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OUR LORD IS FRANCOPHONE (a poem by Omotayo Awoyemi)
