'Yemi Sodipo

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Brothers Of Number

We had always strived to live as one
But this brotherhood was never much fun

We'll square up in twos
We'll share fists and get bruised

The day came when we'd make peace at three
And I rejoiced knowing we could be free

But when the church bell struck four
I waited still, at the wooden door

I felt my senses, the vital five
Yet I struggled to keep them alive

But at last, brothers turned up, all six
They turned up for the final fix

We rattled words until seven
We drank wine and broke bread unleavened

Like sons of Jesse who were eight
We made truce, left no hate

Why would mother bear us all for nine
And still have us all malign

Our fingers spell harmony though they're ten
So we took a cue from them and how we learnt!

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