Graduate:
In this dark abyss
Termed Niger Area
An odious, revolting dungeon
An abyss of corruption and wretchedness
Hopelessness is the air I breathe
Sympathizer:
And how…how it used
To be a fertile land
Of lush green grass
White lustrous sand
And luscious green horizon...
Graduate:
Nay! It is not pity I seek
Nor that Abiola or Dan Gote floats an account in my name
All I ask is to see
These industrious hands of mine
Soiled with dirt
And my yearning pocket
Full in direct proportion
To the burning strength
Of my sweat
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