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Nurudeen Lukman ishola
Tuesday 19 November 2024

Crowned Lion

When lions come together

And call the lambs their friends

Let us be your leaders

Your support is what we lend

 

The lambs were made to work

Like the three hands inside the clock

What they were paid were lies 

Reward for their kindred cries

 

Their kids converse in hushed tones

They choicelessly chew on bones

They made lions their leaders

And the lambs becomes their dinners

 

One and two their types are missing

They found their bones at the Lions bin

They were given the right to speech

But truthful speeches are tossed in prison

 

Oh grumbling lying lions 

Feed me not, to your roaring bellies 

I know your tooth are made of irons

And so is my blood full of poisons

 

 

 



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