Whispering words of hate
we all closed our gates
Not believing
they'll ever give in
Never in our country
This type of thing
Could ever happen
Yet it did happen
We need a solution
Not a revolution
Just get more involved
In getting the problem resovled
Shouldnt kill the young ones
it doesnt solve the problem
Threatening to blow up Third mainland Bridge
You'll definitely fall down Hill
A hundred and fifty million
Yet we're still on
The road to discovery
With our mission unaccomplished
But we still believe
We will all be healed
Even though
Bomb blasts come and go
*** Busola Elegbede***
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