The only irroko found in our basin forest.
Poised of wisdom and unity.
The sacred saviour of the dark race
Embedded rock of our water-table
Quenching the unflinching thirst
Hidden past treasure.
The mucilaginous that never lost it's slime
As slimy and glutinous as your name,
Capable of binding the black soil.
Your momery speaks your deeds.
Posterity judging your footprints
The fisherman that never went home with fish...
Untill the street orphan is stomachfull.
Your absence, was the blow that distorted our faces.
And sent us to our knees.
You gave us fertile grounds to yield your fruits.
But we descended to beg on the white streets.
You asks us to be each brothers keeper,
But we chose to hob-nobs with the pointed nose.
Masters in the past now like servants in dog chains.
Did we heed to your sermons?
Your sleepless nights are now nightmares.
Forever ever are your misses
Our nation's first son.