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Jan 2014
From my origin i've known you
You were a vessel of honour
a tree unbent,pride of the forest
A role all wished to play

You were part of the family's pride
Generosity of humanity
voice of the voiceless
The precious stone of the mountain

An epitome of beauty
A rare gem
A collections of respect
The purest of waters
The spice in our home
The wheel of our movement
The precious gift we've known

where have you gone to?
You whose fragrance freshes my breath
where have you hidden your face?
where have you gone to?!

The last time we saw i thought there would be more,
Why so soon?,without a wave of goodbye
you turned your back on us
I will never with eyes see you again?!
I will never with ears hear you again?!

Oh! This monstrous cold arms you couldn't flee
The monster that regards not one's delight
The monster whose pleasure is in our pain
Have Wrung us!

You pang ourΒ Β heart
You baptise us in tears
You hungry Earth unfilled
Our pain, your pleasure,
Having this monster your hunter
From Abel's slain you've been feeding
When will you learn to fast?
When will our pleasure know honour in your eyes?!
KING JOHN MICHEAL
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KING JOHN MICHEAL  Abuja,Nigeria
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