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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Raise your voice aloud And echo that which taints your heart The days of the chain are laid to rest And the closed eyes are made opened In your order, our light is made to shine With the scales and sword in your hands, Our hope is laid Not as one daily appraise in our land But one whose purity is not Dented for a porridge's spoon Ibadan Hmmm, eba odan The edge of a meadow Wake, I am saying wake Your purity is tainted in silence And your voice which is The essence of your being is laid to rest The scales and sword are made to bend That your foes are glorified benefactors Ibadan Your worth has been known for ages It's not surprising that Your bravery is second to none Haven't been a place of refuge for warriors To know the legal practice is to dwell in you A citadel of great intelligence Ibadan mesi ogo Nile oluyole Nibiti ole ti n gbejare olohun Alas Cast your heart off this As your call is core In making the groan leap for joy Trust your memory fails you not That is your birth the Premier Bar & Uni, First AG fed, first and second female SAN Justices of the apex courts No measures were made Wake oh wake The edge of a meadow Take up your scales, sword and be blind To that which makes us groan As the labour of fathers cannot be in vain Raise your voice so high and be firm Our nation is mourning your silence
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