A NEW SIGHTED LAND TALE - BY John Chizoba Vincent
Now listen to the tale of papa's cock, It feeds on money and not maize. It's of a land with gold and silver, Diamond lives in the land in his tale, Tongues of his voice speak to the Tomorrow of our ears to its maze. When this very land displays its sparkling Moon at the night of its gravel, long, The old women that know of this very humble Abode, testifies of hospitality and peacefulness. We made this very land pregnant with love. We made here the lyrics of dignities all over. In us lies our future of coexistence among all, Let's make our shells come by and shade more Light to the dark side of the world with this tale. A new sighted land tale shall it be when we curl The future of thousand stars into this very land, Stay here with one mind not a broke eyes of war. As the old one dies, sweet tales of modernity Emerge from the shadow of fainted lips. The nocturnal will light the ambience of this Land wit...
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