I’ve been hearing words as strong as hate
Even before I turned eight
Yet we behave as if we are saints
We have no hope for change
We move up and down as if we own the world
Speaking fire not minding the effect of our words
Not minding what will become the lots of our wards
Throwing legacy into the wind as long as we feel safe within our walls
If today should be your last day
If asked how well you have done, what will you say?
Do we all forget the day of old,
Because of what we have been told?
Jumping up and down like a toad
Feeling safe because we are in the boat
And forgetting there may be storm untold
Nobody has ever become anything by his own power
Stop the plan to set everywhere on fire
There is little that can be done by godfather
Always remember we all have our desire
The future is bright this I know
It doesn’t matter for how long it snow
A time is coming for us to reap what we have sown
Written By: FADARE O. ENOCH
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