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Voice of The Knight
By John Ishola Olafenwa
A walk I took across the streets,
The cold grounds greeted my feet,
Every move my steps made forward,
In this I withdrew back to the past,
Mourning overthrew our city,
Cries made my confusion,
A great star in the city today felled,
A paradise came under a great siege,
In the past our woes occurred,
Such bitterness we choose to endure,
The siege soon became our bondage,
Our paradise turned to hell,
Strangers in our city killed our joy,
With such a pity I began to weep,
My journey to the past filled me with tears,
Loving hearts interred in agony,
So weak they became in the twilight,
Too far from them was any light,