Three voices in the wilderness.
Against The Rose they rose.
Their vision to install direction to our collectve confusion
Hear the rhythm of gloominess
Tears through our great land tears
Sacrfice in scores to the god of war yet he lurks craving for more.
Hearts full of covetousness
Wanton, fore’er wanting
Attacking in droves, packs of wolves, plundering the open ground and even coves.
When shall we say ‘back then’?
When shall we be freed from this lion’s den? From gluttonous eaters of flesh no longer content to steal with the pen?
A solo voice in the wilderness.
Rise Coctu Spectabilis, arise!
The fusion of vision; direction in confusion.
Collectively as one; disharmony and prejudice gone
Together we build a new Nigeria- e pluribus unum.