Mount Patti oversees the confluence
Where rivers Niger and Benue intersect
The British imperialists found you appealing
That they made you their conquest capital
Lokoja! You are rugged and undulating
You are also a prison without visible walls
Brave leaders that resisted imperialism
Became your inmates without their consent
You are a town of many colonial first
But you could not maintain your prime position
After you serve the British dutifully well
They abandoned you for a more strategic place
Perhaps you were cursed by the deposed Emirs
And have continuously being haunted by their ghosts
For their bodies remain buried in your soil