There’re aches in our world
Run-of-the-mill, run-of-the-mill,
Oh! I’ll shoot out all my swords
Run-of-the-mill, run-of-the-mill,
Hidden in the bellies of my words
Run-of-the-mill, run-of-the-mill,
As my barbed compassion boil
Run-of-the-mill, run-of-the-mill,
To free all from the corruption coils
Run-of-the-mill, run-of-of the-mill,
In this theatre called our world.
Segun Oyeniyi (2008) in Oguejiofor and Uduma (eds) CROSSROADS. Lagos. Apex Books Ltd.
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