Akinyemi Oyelere
O Firmament
Fills with noise of birds
Welkin turned blue black
When sky pregnant mist of tears
O fateful day
Rain of bullets upon the land
Flood of blood flows the streets
Echoes of pain penetrates the air
O black men
Hope kick the bucket
In the hands of mother earth
In her mouth ends national anthem
O righteous wicked man
Mouth of sward whisper death
When peace died on the battle field
We soaked our robe with a bucket of tear
O diabolic land
We forget not black welkin
That swallowed light and delight
And we wept, when we killed onions with our hands.
