Than double-barreled guns
‘On the march…on the march’
They rippled through the dams…
From the newspaper vendor
To the streets that rejoiced
Different people, different cultures
Sang with a common voice…
Gladness filled the air
A hopeful atmosphere
It riveted the world
Oh, blessed be democracy
It chimed against autocracy
But two decades after
Hope 93’ is lost
In the cesspit of betrayal,
Terror and power lust
Now, how do we remember that day Twelfth June?
In nostalgia, it was about courage, unity and honour
But in soreness, it’s never a day to remember
Cos’ the cause it stood for now chimes a strange tune.
Valentine O. Ogunaka
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