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Ordinary People

"ORDINARY PEOPLE" In a world full of some billion people Only a trigger of fear and the heart would be rendered cripple All men alike, are prone to react with fearsome ripple No matter the colour, our actions define us as one people. People need to know people Those other people need some other people To fill their rough face skin called pimples With a smile and a long lasting dimple. Along the way we strife to know people All by the way, we go wrong with people In the same way, we ask forgiveness from people And we start all over again for we are ordinary people. Why do people hate their own people? In like manner people kill people We hear so many stories of some other people Threatening to destroy the works of the people With the brothers of their own very people. far in the North, I hear the voice of my people Crying out loud like " oh Lord please help your  people" Save us from the mayhem brought to us by our own people Re-unite us back in Peace for we are meant to be one people. Yes, I am dark and you are fair, I know the skin of my people Tall as the Iroko, short as dwalves, so is the size of my people Sweet and Soft like the hibiscus, so is the heart of my people Oceans of wine, vegetations so green, that is the land of my people. Arise oh Compatriot,  in one voice, sing loud my people To serve our father-land, with love, so simple my people A beautiful nation , a rainbow coated land, a paradise , no fumbles Together we can be better again, for we are ordinary people. I know God alone will fight for his people And put joy in the heart of his own people Who follow the ways of his son's examples And upon the heads of our enemies we will trample To that place of rest we know in the bible. THIS IS THE VOICE OF THE INNOCENT NORTHERN CHILD, WE ARE ONE PEOPLE....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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