Emperors drawn swords, but we versed their wrath to fleE.
Samson boasted of strength; but we conquered them with strong stanzaS.
History states that Helen’s beauty caused war; but not us. Our bleeding ink subsided their wratH.
Of all races, we’re the Trojans; the mighty irokO.
Obloquy was our weapon; we caged their tricks in the zoO.
Karma got up with them, not us; it can’t be us, because we only beat the gongs with a flawless knacK.
The true source of happiness is justice; they dream this in their dreams, but not in thoughT.
Hold on for a second, who shall we fault? Them, or the hurtful trutH?
Earth existed by words, so with it we freed our peoplE.
Eagles soars with pride. We learnt from them; we beat the hypocrites with just a linE.
Adieu Machiavellians, we wish to see you no sooner. Welcome AfricA!
Restructure, restructure my people, we shall get there sooneR.
The great Mandela did it; we’re his offspring, so we conquered them without a second thoughT.
Home sweet home comrades! Be rest assured, our legacy shall be our sons’ fresh breatH.
Written by: Abel Iseyen Ancientman
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.