I
Son, even Rome fell
by the conspiracy
of compatriots
II
Bridle your tongue, son
for your cheeks
have ears
III
Even the sun
sets at noon
son, be the moon
IFESINACHI NWADIKE
I
Son, even Rome fell
by the conspiracy
of compatriots
II
Bridle your tongue, son
for your cheeks
have ears
III
Even the sun
sets at noon
son, be the moon
IFESINACHI NWADIKE