fatherland

Written by: GABRIEL LOLA

Never too late the call to answer 
never too late the service to render
in patriotism our strength triumph
in piety our loyalty resound
oh, service to father land?
The ravaging feat of the wicked we
solemnly bewail at this time of 
national recession. In some 
climes of idleness, victory song 
of abracadabra quiver 
the land but to us, the minority,
not in tribe but in loyalty and 
patriotism, it is like the victory of the 
fleeting star whose triumph does
not last. The new temple lacks the 
sacred touch of the ancient and yet
its transient glow gladdens the youth whose 
mien cannot but pamper modernity.
Wait  not for too long, father land!
your children, your true children
will come from the far conner
of the earth and beautify you
not too long from now
in true service we shall arise and 
sing the sacred royal anthem
cast with the sacred blood
of our forefathers. We shall serve thee 
with our bloods and sweats, our tears
shall make thee happy. The season
of the lepers draws so soon to
its end and in preparedness 
we wait to give our best to 
the greatness of thee, Oh fatherland!