Just as the gallantry of ‘Araba’ is made a disgrace to ‘Iroko’ of a truth
So shall I avenge my death and sufferings on their fruits down to their roots
They cared for me like a chicken, but the next day; they slaughtered me like a fowl
My blood! My blood!! When would thou cry for vengeance in fulfillment of my vow?

Life unto Death
Love and Hatred
Happiness turns into Sorrow
Peace and War
All is nothing, but… A THIN LINE.

My friend, permit me in response to ask, should your blood cry for vengeance or for peace?
Though you were stripped off of your fundamental human rights
All your fault being beclouded on election by cash and empty promises feeling like a Prince
Justify it! Justify it!! Can two wrongs now make a right?

Why won’t my blood cry for vengeance?
At elections, they deceitfully loved me and via stomach infrastructure ended my hunger
Getting the power, I was bitterly stinged not minding if later I would be enraged in hot anger
Tell them! Tell them!! To reason now and act on my grievance.

Life unto Death
Love and Hatred
Happiness turns into Sorrow
Peace and War
All is nothing, but… A THIN LINE.

Your grievance is also mine as seen in my poem ‘Not a Country, Not a Home’
We all ought to be ‘A Man from a Sperm’ with mutual sense of equality
Truthfully, your exit to the world beyond is not the end as your spirit do roam
When of a truth! When of a truth!! Would our government come to this reality?

Resound it to them that where I am and where they are is nothing but a thin line
They say they are Giant of Africa while without conscience they dine and wine
Conscience is dead! Conscience is dead!! Like a fish, trapped by the hook
Just a thin line is life and death but I pray their names be not in the master’s eternity book.

Life unto Death
Love and Hatred
Happiness turns into Sorrow
Peace and War
All is nothing, but… A THIN LINE.

They once cheated death and say they escaped it by a thin line, will they escape hell?
Making us pass through hell here on earth, they took our love and gave us tribal hatred
Economy is drained from unbroken-cord to a thin line in the plenteous land of my kindred
In your total support, vanity upon vanity, all is nothing but a thin line as I cry and yell…

Oh God of creation, direct our noble cause
Guide our leader’s right
Help our youth the truth to know
In love and honesty to grow
And living just and true
Great lofty heights attain
TO BUILD A NATION WHERE PEACE AND JUSTICE SHALL REIGN.