Children of the Rising Sun
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Children of the Rising Sun
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
The mocker
The mocker,the jester,
He throws jibes and muds
At the sons of the rising sun.
The mocker asked,where will they go now,nowhere and nowhere.
Alas!
We are everywhere and everywhere,we are all over the world.
We recovered every lost investments and feats,
We have recovered all,even,bought our confiscated properties from the jester's children.
The jester,who throw jibes and muds,died like a worm infested with salt:
No bone left,
His body was feed to corrosive caustic element.
He was sold by kins and kiths and his master roasted him away with corrossive elements.
No memories of him,
rather his mockings now consume his very own.
The children of the mocker,now beg for mobs and buckets.
No more toads for supper
No more snakes for lunch
No more lizards for breakfast.
The mocker's kins and kiths now feast on his jibes and muds as delicacies.
The mocker's words are empty,it holds no winds.
The children of the rising sun are flying like eagles,hunting for wealth all over the world.
They are blessed in all squares and rounds.
Alas!
We are everywhere and everywhere,we are all over the world.
No more toads for supper
No more snakes for lunch
No more lizards for breakfast.
The children of the mocker,now beg for mobs and buckets to clean up crumbs as foods
We recovered every lost investment and feat,
We have recovered all,even,bought our confiscated properties from the jester's children.
The jester,who throw jibes and muds,died like a worm infested with salt:
No bone left,
His body was feed to corrosive caustic elements.
Alas!
We are everywhere and everywhere,we are all over the world.
