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I know

Dark was the day and gloomy the night
When lives of youths who for their right
Raised their voices with unbridled passion
Met their doom while on their civil mission
They die helplessly on our street
Unprepared, yet long eternity to meet.

Oh that our white flag means peace
Oh that our national identity remained unstained 
We would have walk and work with ease
But for the massacre we are pained

When will thou arise and shine
And put on your purple and wine
Let it not be later
But rise now, Father of fathers
To help the nation whom though loveth 
For I know, HE liveth.

✍🏽 David Olumide (Beloved)

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