At the verge of silence, pregnant hearts could no
longer be at ease,
Uncensored words are spoken, incomprehensible chatters,
muttered,
Voices projecting unmelodious sounds are heard,
And ancient drums are played without fingers.
Fate!
I perceive the African heart trembling at its
inconsistence.
Hope or insecurity? Fear or courage?
Attention!
Sonorous voices are heard,
No masquerading, this time, the tales
are real.
Galactic patriots of past centuries,
Unmoved by the stings of ants.
Salutation sirs! You deserve more,
For you restored hope in our hearts,
And carved god-like images in our hearts
for us to behold.
Gallant gods of grave glory!
Awake!
Look into our time and restore the
perfectness of the past.
Giants!
An Ironical reference purging
disturbances
But are we left with a choice?
Playing along wrongly perceived
perceptions dwells as the order of the century,
The line was once drawn,
But was never observed, never maintained,
and never obeyed.
Foundations were laid, but were left
destroyed, damaged, and vandalized by unfiltered strangers.
Awake! Past glories of the GIANT OF
AFRICA,
AWAKE! Leaders of disputes,
Awake soil and warm our feet,
To the weather, I appeal, please favour
our vulnerable cause.
DOLAPO. S
At the verge of silence, pregnant hearts could no
longer be at ease,
Uncensored words are spoken, incomprehensible chatters,
muttered,
Voices projecting unmelodious sounds are heard,
And ancient drums are played without fingers.
Fate!
I perceive the African heart trembling at its
inconsistence.
Hope or insecurity? Fear or courage?
Attention!
Sonorous voices are heard,
No masquerading, this time, the tales
are real.
Galactic patriots of past centuries,
Unmoved by the stings of ants.
Salutation sirs! You deserve more,
For you restored hope in our hearts,
And carved god-like images in our hearts
for us to behold.
Gallant gods of grave glory!
Awake!
Look into our time and restore the
perfectness of the past.
Giants!
An Ironical reference purging
disturbances
But are we left with a choice?
Playing along wrongly perceived
perceptions dwells as the order of the century,
The line was once drawn,
But was never observed, never maintained,
and never obeyed.
Foundations were laid, but were left
destroyed, damaged, and vandalized by unfiltered strangers.
Awake! Past glories of the GIANT OF
AFRICA,
AWAKE! Leaders of disputes,
Awake soil and warm our feet,
To the weather, I appeal, please favour
our vulnerable cause.
DOLAPO. S
