Happy we were
Before we carved the colors of greed
And humans
Before we drew the lines of creed
Compassion was crushed
When the wise ones arrived
The chords of clemency
Broken by the torrents
Of the raceway to wealth
To your strata return
We cried together
And the national cake
Became the grounds for bustle
And life became a game
Where winners take all
Everyone chasing and chanting
Dividing and ruling
Separation
The rule of the times
Disconnect your twines
The cake is not for all
The chains are free for all
The game will soon be over
The pawns and rooks
Return to the same box
The knights and kings
And all of us
Return to one soil
© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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