"Incomplete Sapien"
"Beast in evil color"
"Disorderliness, lack of truth"
"Dirty mediocre"
"Dependent and lacks wisdom"
#These, words I grew up hearing, it never stops#.
The black son through the dark soil
Ages of anger and confusion
Lack of love and loss of affection
Nurtured into a night mere, full of disdain
Pivoted into mishaps, deray
The black son, haunted and insecure
Hated by inner circle, dared by the outter
The love of itself is lost, engaged in the latter
Involved in its inhumanity
Lack of love turned you
Solitude mandated a grievance assignment unto thee
Arise now ye!
Make clean thy land, tarry no more
Oh! Thou worthy and full of grace
In thyself thou art pure
Neither conservative nor radical, thou art immense
Love of Eledumare never departs from you
Oh! Thou black son
Return unto thy land and prosper
Make clean of your psychological wounds
Make your kobo and naira and let off the pound
Your story completes the 'complete men'
Your theory ignites the fire earlier extinguished in the soul of men