Kayode Benjamin Benorosco

(Zaria Nigeria)

*They Sang* (happy birthday)


This songs yet unsung
This song my heart sings as my mind plays the drum
The apex of sounds
Do reh mi.....as the song may sound.

Tra la la....the songs of patriots
Who died by guns and others crushed by chariots
Mathyrs of faith, who for us swept the way
A horse ride on time, riden down to this age.

Those men who died are now but sage's
they made sons and notured maidens
They grew and died, while others stole into this age
They told the tales from the initio to today,
As they ended it with a song.

''happy birthday....happy birthday...happy birthday''
Were their beautous songs.

Happy birthday MOSUNMOLA.

Submitted: Thursday, November 22, 2012

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