AT LAST WE MADE IT

 








'Oh the shore we must make for Victory,


Though for our feet fellow beings made Shackles,


Progress they slow but we'll make History,



Now under our own weight our strength Buckles,


With our eyes we watched warriors fall like Pawns,


Hopelessly we prayed for the golden Rain,


Oh tears we drank as each thought in us Burns,


But on we must move to drown all our Pain,


Now The Light we found never more to Roam,


Hug with smiles cos in joy we'll hence here Lay,


Coat our streets now with the finest of Chrome,


On us God has thus shone the brightest Ray,


Join us Oh Mortals with your touches Lit,


Hurrah! Victory! At Last We Made It....




                      Eustace Owigho (Croccy)