The Nigerian Child
We are not slaves
A shrill voice of a child cried out
A desperate cry
That pierces through the uneasy quietness
With anger and distress
It bears the furious expression of a wounded animal
We are not slaves
Yet we slept in parks with the pigeons
Denied access to training and healthcare
Armed with weapons instead of books
We’ve consistently logged appeal
Asked for privileges and not rights
We’ve simply sat and waited for the day
That never dawned
We are not slaves
We’ve to convince them of this
We’ve to hit the truth
Right between their eyes
We have to let everybody hear
See and feel
That we are not slaves
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