Fall
*Fall.*
Oh! You law, you've
promised not spare
non irrespective of
class or tribes
On your vow we count,
and we'd never
pictured you as
chameleon; until your
yellow turns to white
color
You're deduce from
nature, and you
supposed
to be scary as lion
To upper class you
turns sheep, for lower
class you're wolf
You prey on us as
pest prey on crops
Your blind eyes is
open to their acts
On us you became
warlord as our bloods
alone stained your sword;
your open arms embrace
their flaws
Mother of nation fall,
as you've pivotal Rich's
than Poor's; let get back
to renaissance period.
*ILORI .M. OLUWATOSIN*
_©TheGentleInnocentSoul._
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