‘Tis been a season dear master
Since we took up our arms
Abandoned our farms
And joined your charter
For your words were heavy
Finding our minds weary
Of the injustice and wrong
The singing of same song
We thought to slay a few
For then you had a better view
‘Tis been a season oh warrior
Since our bled-out souls
Gave up our goals
In pursuit of your honour
For your face was aflame
Ready to eradicate our shame
Blotting out the grave insanity
The dissipation and depravity
We thought to torch a few
To push your plan through
‘Tis been a season and more
Since our deprived hearts
Took the play by parts
Spilling blood to this floor -
As of great things you boasted
And your ruling twin we ousted
Now we wonder at our loss,
Our sacrifice and heavy cross
Hunger’s veil blinded the clan
We all thought you had a plan
©2008 Jon Adoga
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