The Heir.
Your wonders gave birth to my exploits
It nurtured it with care till it grow to be a pursuit
You see the little seed you planted,
now brings out roses that captivate the heart and faces.
Like in the jungle
Respect is not deserved but earned
Be brutal, be strong, be outstanding
I planted, you watered;
but increase was divine.
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My weak, wretched wings couldn't fly to the heavens
You summoned the heavens for my increase
Your streaming words kept me flying even higher than the eagle
Your Chastisement corrected all my wrongs
Your voice brought down the heaven to my doorstep.
A wee beginning
Never to be despised
Steadfastness DNAed in a spirit never to be conquered
You came, you saw, you overtook
For you, impossible, a fool's amen
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Thou art my strength
The positive mind you instilled in me
Your unfailing eyes over me,
kept my building strong and firm.
Now today,
I have a room beautified with all you taught me.
Mistakes not a deterring factor
For aims have been set
An emblem of Naija spirit
Of cause we die here!!!
From the cub of yesteryears
To the King that leads the pride
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What shall I now say,
For you prepared me well for the jungle
Today I have a pen brazing with ink
You created me from my flaws
Your words filled with life, gives
life to my dead flesh, now I live.
Now thou play with words while I marvel
Alas! the son has become the father of the man
Rise while I decline
Behold the Prince that turned King!
Now you created a prince you want
A prince that hold in his right hand two-edged pen
inking fervently righting all wrongs.
Just like you, words from his mouth gives life.
Aye! aye!! young master
Thy rise to the throne was fierce and swift
Hesitate not to capture more kingdoms
A Targaryen through and through!
©Israel Onoruoiza et
©Abel Adive
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