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.