Where Truth Lies
From the days the banner was hoisted
This breed has uttered flowery prose
They swear they speak naught but the truth
Some of our fathers, before us, believed them
Those that saw their truth as subtle untruths
Faced the option of turning back or going with them
Those that chose the former
Seldom saw the inside of the palace
Two generations later
The first breed has bred its own type
Who now tell unjust old tales in new ways
Believing we learnt nothing from our forebears
They see the silence of the populace
As solemn trust in them as gods and deities
Those who find noise in their sweet melodies
State scoundrels pummel into seeing lies as truths
Our folks have sacrificed limbs on Patriotism’s altar
And amidst woes, they toil for the bliss of the mighty
Like the Iroko tree, this generation has come of age
We, remnant of the brave, know where truth lies
Now at the cross-roads, we know the choice to make
We know the road we should take.
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