Brother
Mother! Mother!! Mother!!!
Mighty you are with others,
Your son is in another man
Slavery.
Your beauty as wide as 23, 074.425 s.qkm
You lie between Latitude 4.29 north and
5.49 north equator
And in this mountains comes
Him that enslave your son
Exploiting, ranging and making
Empty in the sun.
Brother (Bakassi) your brother
And sisters, cry, fight, fast for your
Freedom from Friends
Labor hard us eighteen but your
Slavery made us seventeen,
Mother was not bless with children
The family tight is high
Your sacks are in a located Sister.
Mother your son is not like a
Doctor that goes out, not
Coming home.
Mother, mother bring brother
Back so he can pay our fees.
The son of cross River and Calabar River
Grand-son of the Atlantic
Come back brother, come back.
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