O compatriots,
Let us chant songs of togetherness;
With our tribless regalia.
So rich a thing our country of silver, jewel, gold;
Which our superiors want.
This country is our inheritable will,
Let us grow unto ourselves what we desire.
We are all stars,
As bright as heaven's light.
O Ajuwayas,
Forget not your struggling spirit.
O corper-shon,
Remember yourselves our nation's pride.
We are the pride of our mother's breast.
We are seekers;
We seek knowledge from good and ugly side of life.
Remember oh Corperwee,
our lecturers were the touch;
That light up our paths to breakthrough.
Clap your hands otondos, Our battle would soon be over.
Let us continue serving our fatherland;
We are all tribes in our farmland.
For ours is a field of fruitful farmland,
Let us rebuild her flag high along.
As a shell continue protecting the eggs;
Let the shell continue protecting the nut.
Of what good is my book in a brook.
Our days of clearance over allowance is over.
Wine and spirits we shall offer our ancestors on P.O.P Day,
Wheat and water we must offer ourselves after service.
Compromise not our unity:
Else we wisely succeed together or fail as fools.
We do not need dill to lull us to sleep,
Nor a pill to put us to sleep.
Not even a pill to put us so deep,
My name on history good book;
Before my deep sleep.
We have meet,
But our paths is unknown.
We are our county's tools.
We are our parent's pride. We are the objective of our hero's past.
We are the struggling spirit of togetherness. We are seekers of tomorrow's glory.
This is our battlefield; And we must conquer tribalism.
®Prince Ojoka
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