If I continue to write in empathy
No one gets happy without sympathy on
The prince of peace
Speaking truth to the power
A ladder to solitary confinement
With a view of relegating you below your belt
How can a cart fixes an horse?
Not yet bye
Speaking truth to the power
In the land of inequality
Where breeze of lies fell the tress
For the release of carbon dioxide of truth
A day old baby grows grey hair
For crying loud the truth at birth
A pregnant woman is pained for miscarriage
For singing the song of truth to the seat of power
Not yet bye
Dollar man can suspend
The prince of peace
But not the truth
You made a choice
Between what is right
But not what’s popular
Not yet over
Every suspension makes your elevation but no relegation
A freedom from confinement is a symbol of hope
That it is not bye
For a better society
Where looters are worshiped
Adeyemo Abdulateef Alao
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