By Toyin Falola
I call the deaf by name
he hears me, but I pretend
I’ I’m ignored and ashamed;
I count the stones in the streets
I put them in different pots to heat.
it’s done, I assume, and ready to eat
But in my rage, I chew soon, and it breaks my teeth.
If poverty was the answer,
What was the prayer then?
Gone are the days of licking the feet of our masters
Just to show our loyalty
We carried thick and fat Europeans on our backs
Just to enter their rich apartments with paintings dear
In search of the lost freedom that we never opened our eyes to see.
Unfortunately, we are now alone
Miss Independence!
Independent in our own dishonours;
Independent with our degrading educational systems;
We bask in vague promises and endless hopes
This is indeed a troubled state.
The discouraging history of ASUU is there and untold
But maybe you could read my mind with these lines;
You know the miseries that these students have gone through,
With all the memories they must leave behind,
All the good plans they have given up,
As they dissolve like dust in the air;
But what would they do?
Instead of accepting their fate and moving on,
Moving on with life shattered hopes and dreams.
They call them the leaders of tomorrow
soft lips add to the difficulties of navigation
then, they mutate into realities;
moulded in the deformity.
Parents and guardians are helpless
They run through the streets with banners and signs,
But they have forgotten that the deaf can also not see.
The authorities are prepared s to this war
They are the tyrants of our souls.
They feed on our blood like wine
Our flesh like their meat.
We have bruises in the heart
In the sun, we became their workers
In the rain, their slaves
We labored in hunger;
In our spirit we hope for freedom
We drank tears the day
and let us sing the song of sorrow at night.
Dear Men and Women in Struggle,
How many of us will still want to die?
How many tears do they want us to cry?
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You can see how we are being slaughtered at such a high rate.
Look at the sky
Isn’t it painted red with ours blood?
Aren’t we used as a sacrificial lamb for this rotten system?
Look at the vultures and hyenas
Are they not constipating on our flesh?
Do we still sit and watch ourselves being slaughtered daily?
What will remain of our future generations?
This is my goodbye message
This is me saying my goodbyes
Put it in black and white
Wishing you luck and a better victim
Oh, please don’t cry!
This n ain’t a sad song
I’ll be damned if I drop a tear
It’s more like a freedom song
It’s a long walk to find
Reason in our educational system.
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