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The Crying Eye Sees
The eye's seen enough
The heart's beat a lot for the bluff
Of the joyful hope of sorrow
That’s promised for every morrow
By the driver of the land's wealth—
Who's covered the land's breath
Like the spreading sky.
Over many years of false
The land still remains
Like that of yesterday
Poverty kills a lot under
Your table—the record of life.
The crying eye sees
Time is getting older
We see unity as our weapon
Even you act like deaf master—
Who does not hear the cry of his servant
Why!
Why always making the poor to face the sun?
Why remembering us the root we came from?
Why making us like a beggar
Struggling out of mansion without stick?
In your time,
Education was free
Did we commit offense
That's made our time
To have an arm and a leg?
This ’s the unanswered question
We have kept asking.
Come back comrades!
It's time to light our candle!
Walk in street to street!
Move from door to door!
Shift from gate to gate!
With the beautiful song
Aluta continua!
Victoria acerta!
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Akinloye Gbajero Sunday
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