they grazed the walls of learning,
their hope was pierced with the sword of idiosyncrasy and
their fear was relieved in death.
Mother earth, her thirst was quenched with blood, - innocent blood,
Whose business let the ‘devil’ be enthroned?
Was it for this cause they were sent far away to die?
Were there no graves in their regions and homes to house their fresh bodies?
Was it their fault they could afford education?
Why must they suffer and die to serve their mother land?
Why must we be the scapegoat of an illiterate people?
Where is the face of justice even if her eyes can’t see?
Where is the hand to wipe their tears, the parents who succeeded their children?
Are we to sit and fold our hands as Nigerian Youths Suffering Continues?
Arise O! Compatriots, should we obey this call anymore?
In serving our father land, show me the love and strength and faith,
The labour of our youths present should never be in vain
To serve with heart and mind is futile
When a nation bound in freedom leaves us all to die,
Anarchy, PAIN and Disunity.
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