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Stop your wailings dear father
For it was you
Who sold us to slave masters
Your tears irritate me
Your regrets make me mad
For it was indeed the same you
Who dug the pit and pushed us in
When your strength was here
You chose to sleep and slumber
Your silences was golden
Till the fruit becomes rotten!
You muted your feeling
Despite your conscience’ echo
You stood and watched the havoc
Dry your tears of deceit!
If not for your fear and cowardice
We won’t wear rag
Or eat the dog’s meal
Wipe your tears of Sorry!
Written by: Sleekpetr Ajiboye
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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