I always do like a lucre
Your golden words stir us
in the grand fighting lane
Brother ajibade use to recall
your muse in golden words
"we shall not go
home in shame"as the
parable later proved
to be really true undeniably
wary of defying
our odds for our dreams
we move clingy to the
grand fighting lane to secure better
life beyond the raving ass of
past regrets scars and stigma
with our elegant style
from the beautiful dreams
revelled unforgettably from our distant past in visionary comfort
They seem never to go away
tis we summon our courage
nothing is a friend beyond mission
and visionary prowls
for where failed ones rage
there vision often triumphs
and alter the status quo
for the actualisation and fulfilment
with their swift blades
as they open the sword plays
and fight alongside the beautiful dreamers
against both odds and turns
for the cities of golden hills
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