Best Poems Written by Wake The Poet

256

First off, there's no place like that 256! 
We are a base of divergent cultures 
with a space enough for each to partake and taste of the mix. 
Mehn there's no place like the 256 
On the face of the planet, 
We are blessed with the finest climate, 
that is best for the primates and yes, 
the world is taking pics 
coz there is no place like the 256. 
They call us the pearl of Africa, 
where the colors are black yellow red 
but the trees stay green 
where else can you find this 
but in the 256 
So forget what the outside thinks. 
See they pick on a few things 
to say that the inside of my Africa my 25 stinks. 
but they ain't on the inside 
so they miss some insights 
and of these I speak. 
Yes we have problems, well every country does. 
And the outside only conceals their own troubles 
by over exaggerating ours. 
They make bad reports about us 
so they can have us, 
repeat the class. 
So they can have us 
believe in what's theirs and hate on ours 
when we think of, class 
So they can have the right to look down on us 
Coz they believe we are from a less previleged class. 
Class? 
They want to talk to us about class? 
Have they ever, thought of the fact that 
they could belong to a whole different school of thought from us? 
Before trying to program us 
into becoming their autobots like optimus 
while they masquerade behind the claim to transform us? 
Globalisation is good but at what price? 
They should recognize that what is nice to them 
could be a vise to us 
and respect us when we dont take their advice 
Now to you my people, wake up.!!! 
Can't you see? 
That your mind holds the power to make or break UG 
That the only way you can be free 
is by setting free the very way you think 
I mean, this is supposed to be 
easy as ABC 
but they usually won't tell you this 
in SST, HSC or at LDC . 
Consider yourself lucky 
if you got beaten by your parents to do what's right 
Coz nowadays, 
society justifies so many wrongs under the excuse of human rights 
They bring darkness, confused as light. 
And you can hardly smell the rat coz their fumes is right 
The same system my man trusted, consumed his life 
We are too blind to who we are to see that our future is bright 
So we would rather hold onto foreign gifts and presents.
Majority of our population are the youth, 
that's by the stats given 
and if we exploit this opportunity
 then our national prayers can become thanksgiving. 
But 
if the roads are bad, how can the youth be self driven? 
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