In dreadful times of great despair
When safety comes to be rare
We build ourselves arsenals of fear
Meant to guard all that we care
In fetching times of great delight
When all seem sunny and bright
We merry our souls both day and night
Like those enchanted with good fate
In gloomy times of great misfortune
When those that beloved us are gone
We seek for ourselves solace and mourn
Again, and again till dawn; and again
In hapless times of great famine and drought
When nothing endures save dearth and want
We hunt survival, both those that have and have not
That our race of men might forever persist
Our present and past were written by Time
And what we’ll do tomorrow; Time will tell
We are freemen who are bound to Time
For to Time and Season we gave our freewill.
OLA OGUN
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