By Ola Vincent Omotade
On a hill of hope we stand,
Where sword rest and green bough sways,
The poor keep increasing in corruption beckon
And upward the rich makes their ways
The poor buys luxury with billions
And the rich with cash are buying luxuries.
A lesson dinned into my ears
unencumbered fire with justice awaits thee
Every doubt we'll pay with service
Our joy in love, unity and nothing more.
Through high and lows, we helping each other
Yet men walks barefooted in poverty,
Yet there are different organs between the poor and rich.
With no Certificate or wrong certification,
They are attaining international status.
Know surely one day THE TABLE WILL TURN
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