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Yes! There is still more story to tell
The princes choice are being compel
I cant count d lose of the rare gems
Of which stop living out of the channels

Suddenly, i realize the role of the dogs
After hunting, they are meant to eat d bones

Always they make the calls
And d princes forget their thoughts

Jumping off the race tracks
The princes never realize d political pranks
Looking for light in d dark
Forgetting the strength of their voices is mighty like the voice of the mornin' lark

They have become weakly
Fighting against their glory for penny
Thinking their soul merry
But they sell their right unknowingly

Like snakes,the gray hairs mightily manifest their strength gently
Biwitchin' d princes with the flings of their agbada
The vision wasn't stated clearly
But in multitude,they always gathered

Giving you weapons of mass destruction
Making you loses your sense out off your emotion

Oh princes of one nation
Divided into pillars of many tribes
You've lost your freedom
Cos the shrinking gray hair has given u bribes



                                                                              
                                                                       by SOLOVE SOLOMON


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