Before the compressed truth must spill
Hot lies will always breed
More attractive than the berry trees
With many fruits plucked by so many
Seeking to be free.
Amidst their fantasies of dreams
But never swimming to her streams
Oh!what else can be so sweet
So leaked by everything that breathes
With side effect of latent griefs
If the truth must spill
And flow into our innermost seas
Though salty or bitter it seems
Citadel of peace it is
Fortress of hope devoid of ageless fear
Tiding of goodwill enriched with care
Realities that free our beings
When it is well and even before we yell
And still rescues from fantasy’s well
Before we taken snare by this excited bell
Which ring sweeter than the morning birds.
If the truth must spill
Before hot lies takes us to her hills
Of deceit and beginning of personal ills
Let’s have a taste now of the bitter pill
Persistence, hardwork is surest way of victory
If the price is paid
Soon the world will make a way
For this dark face in a sacred place
Placed in the book of history
Where great names are layed to grey.
Written by Seyi dekol
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