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LIVING FOSSIL

In our eyes, you’re a white garment
Laced with a green robe
At your feet, our heart tingles
We thought, you are why
The birds sings;
Their kingdom’s bully

Akoni, we thought
You’ll always be there
When hell rises to dwell with us
To speak a word, tune our world
But things changed at the horse pace
In our imaginations, you no longer have a place

Demons shrinking at your gaze, akande;
Has become a thing of yesterday
You’re now but the heat of a setting sun
Quell the dark deep veil covering your scorch
Listen! Dry onions don’t cause tears
Even if an ant roars, no man will fear

So listen, akogun
Tighten up and tuck
For this city needs a goon
We fear this rumbling, rolling rock
Might cause an unwanted party
Let this rock not become haughty!

victory

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