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REALM - Olúwádàre A. Kóláwolé
Please
Let us have our piece
That we may depart in peace
With pleas
From parched throats
And rumbling bellies
We beg our sovereign
To provide
The basics of life
The ones he promised
On the eve of the last ballot
Light
Roads
Water
And the safety of our lives
Is this what we bargained
At the onset
Of the social contract?
Is this what we get
For placing all
In the power of one?
I remember
The stories my grandfather told
Eons of centuries old
As all gathered before the great fire
To the solemn oath
Brokered by the Divine
There
The forerunners
That night
Gave up rights
Self
And might
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