Pius Balat Adamu - When shall it be?

The tusk of the elephant
Is the last treasure of the king.
The sweat of builders drip into the soils of disdain.
Look deep into her black eyes which have seen the sacrifice of virgins..
And ask when shall it be?
When shall the price pay the worth of pains..
Let us tie the lace of her shoes and remind her of the journeys to be taken.
She shall fortify every willing foot...

Pius Balat Adamu

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