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An epistle from Niger-Delta

we'll not give sleep to our eyes untill justice prevails

our house is on fire

by men on strange attire

we sought for gun to hire

to frustrate these glutons till they are tired

for they have made our people thin like wire.

they have ransacked the nooks n cranny of our towns

perhaps they could have treasure to purchase some crowns

our soils they’ve rendered useless

behold our farmers coming back from the field helpless

with token our traitors had gotten our leaders influence

while they live abroad in affluence.

to whom much is given much is required

to us much is given but little we’ve acquired

so we’ve decided to do something before

the Lord of the land return

lest He accuses of for doing nothing

with the treasure he left in our bosom

n the little we acquired will be given to our traitors.

To enjoy our resources we must fight

so our brothers once whispered to us

but our oppresors deceived n moved away our conscience with a Bus

yes! all of us.

Now that we’ve tasted of the forbiden fruit in the pipe

our eyes like Adam is open Wide

to behold the richies that abound in our land

n the chain that binds our hands.

So we’ve decided to fight till we die

we’ve decided to entertain no more lies

better for all of us to die in pieces

than to live in penury in peace

in a land flowing with vast ocean of opportunities.

we’ll trade our clothes for rifles

we will trade our life for death

for the glory of generation unborn

we’ll fight perhaps our enemies we can set ablaze

perhaps we’ll recover our treasure n make most of it

so when the master comes we will account of how we use it

this is our faith that’s why we fight

we’re not millitants but seekers of justice.

Samson lamentation

for the glory of israel i fought

when israel were staggered by chilly wind of adversity

battered by the ragging storm of the philistine

some moments when hope was lost in Jacob

then surely i was born.

Born a Nazarine

with straight hairs which no razor must touch

Born a superman with strenght beyond measure

Born a messiah with strengght that no mortal can match.

Little wonder

A lion was tore by my hands

the city gate of our foes find itself on my shoulder

at the top of mount hebron

Birds saw it n marvel

Dogs heard of it n wag their tails

Isreal heard it n tremble;

for they knew not that the lord

had delivered the Philistines into my hands.

with the jaw bone of an ass heaps upon heaps

with the jaw bone of an ass i slew a thousand men

with their blood i watered the freedom-tree of the seeds of Jacob.

In my quest for greatness

i ran into the Queen of darkness

clothed in human atire

with hot laps like fire.

Cause be Delilah the daughter of the Philistine

Cause be all the women of Sorek

for your daughter delivered me to our oppresors

n made me grind in prison

even to serve with rigour

hot tears i dropped

my sight i lost

over nigh’ i became an entertainer in a strange land.

Oh! the Lord of Israel is God indeed

his grace prevail my weakness when i am in need

so with fresh strenght from on high

i destroy thousands of the philistnes

they are all dead

but here am i sleeping.