The race is on
The race to the temple
The temple of justice
No, it’s not just any
Race to the temple
It’s a race to
Become masters,
Mistresses of the temple
They are running
They are sweating
They are groaning,
They are lobbying,
Struggling to
Become the Lords
Of the Manor
Lords of the
Manor?
Oh yes!
Milords, maladies
They’ll become.
Now they are
Humble,
Now they are
Gentle
Now they are
Friendly
Now they are
Smiling
Now they are
Nice
Now they are
Doves
Yes, for now!
But let them
Become
What they want to
Become
Then, you’ll
Appreciate better,
The wisdom of my
Fathers
Who said
“Ti won ba fe gba
Awin eba
Won a soju aanu,
Ti won ba yo tan
Won o doko olowo
Won”
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