The beautiful kings are dead.
The sheen rulers have departed the land.
What awaits the villagers?
A storm?
The chiefs are corrupt,
Their heirs are immoral,
Does this spell doom for the peasants?
Are the peon in trouble?
A land that flows with milk and sweetness;
Filled with abundant light and goodness,
Is about to be placed into the bosom of the mischievous.
Violence and tumult awaits the land.
The villagers wallow in fear,
As they seek aid before their doom arrives.
Alas! Who shall redeem them from this damnation?
Written by Yusuf oluwafolakemi
Edited by Olaide Onidodo
Instagram:i_am_kemi_yusuf & Profgreen_ola
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