The stories of truce of old
Wasn't told for us to fight again
But chary for war
The union of these brothers
Was for them to be bury with the bones
Of their fore fathers
The idea of the British house wife
Laying a wreath on them
Calling them 'Nigeria'
These haste marriage to them
Was the best achievement and compliment
Of existence but to us a mirage
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