Are We Still The Children? Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Please let not my ears
Be kissed with your glossy lips
Whose hard head the diadem adhere
Firmly like an inherent hair
On whose eyes are you throwing dices?
Sparkling sands of your shovel mouth
These chips of honey cake
We have not, because we ate them
Otherwise we knew you are the Serpent
Crawled into our delicate hearts

Are we still the children,
You pledged to give the stars of the black sky?
Are we still the children,
On whose ears fatancies you piled?
Neither England nor Benin kingdom
This is our right and freedom

It has being your delight
And as a stranger it was my light
But then I thought it was the meal
To nurture the hope you gave me
Indeed it grew and still grows
O barren foolish Dogoyaro
But now I have come to know
That the taller it grows
The taller your span on my terminal point.

Are we still the children,
You pledged to give the stars of the black sky?
Are we still the children,
On whose ears fatancies you piled?
Neither England nor Benin kingdom
This is our right and freedom

It's time I let the fate of this tree
Have a chainsaw romance with earth
For the swarms of locusts and worms
Shall give my new seed of hope
A manure to grow and bear fruits
For these hungry yet to be wedded folks
Of a tripartite coasts.