Tis now I know
Tis now I can tell
Thinking all in life will glow
Everyday we gnawed in pain
Worry Not She Would Return

Tell Momma life been hard
If ever there was a ray of sunshine
Momma left,
In the land she bore me into
Her Return Unknown

Oloruku, the days of solitude,
the pregnant sky had to give
Each day repeating itself to torment
Sunday, the day not to forget
She Would Return You Said, To The Tent

The child is now a man
Without you there's profusion of sorrow
Though I write, momma i don't know
that which took you away, no return momma
Remember, Remember You Were Once Human.

That I am the brilliant one I know not
Walking to school, back home to my abode, my fort
Say, give An explanation, handwritten on the board
Close to the white blackness, I look unto the Lord..

Spoils of war and conquest
Bringer of merry and banquet
Sealer of fates
Destroyer of gates.

Makers of widows
Cause of death and pain
Hater of hopes and lover of chains
Tear us not from our pillows.

Rage of consuming fire
Death on man-made pyre
A river of blood through the drains
Washed not away by incessant rains

Sorrow and hate
Make men forever remain in toil
Death is never late
To take man back to the soil.

Narrow sea, Narrow sea,
Quite a sight to see.
Drawn ships to your depths,
Making men pay unbowed debts.

Narrow sea, Narrow sea,
A mug of salt and tea.
Filled with millions of creatures,
Which cause only pain not pleasures.

Narrow sea, Narrow sea,
Swim off shore from me.
Soak not my boots to the soles,
A bloodthirsty lust for souls.

Narrow sea, Narrow sea,
Bring to me my prince.
In vain I shred my hair,
Looking out for a familiar pair.

I crawled, I fought and clawed my way,
All I got was dirt in my nails.
Mistaken for the dead is not at all pleasant,
Just like a termite-eaten coffin for a peasant.
The putrid air caused by neighboring stench,
Never will I relent till I quench.
The vain search for clean air
Eludes me in my new lair.

She's just a sham
That imprisons hearts with such a charm
The wide brim of her hat
Veiling the poison of her heart
Dwelling in the sacredness of her pits
Makes men wallow forever in heat
Her canine obliviously invisible
Competing with her compelling principle
A short life she casts
As you sink in your past
Victimized to an end
To live side by side with the dead
Your innards as cold
Like a tombstone of old.