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roasting my plea
in a burning fire
with my hands
soaked with the blood
of my dying land.
I am the unknown voice
hanging under a tree
with burdens of voices
in my head,
writing my dreams
on sabotaged slates.
I am the unknown voice
in the chalet of silence
listening to the symphony,
of weary dreams
that bid farewell to nothing.
I am the unknown voice
crossing Ikogosi waterfalls,
to Idanre hills,
where my immortality
will naked the smokes
of dying whispers.
I am, yes I am!
the illustrious son
of this land of thorns.
Written by: Moses Chibueze Opara
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