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.