To My Brothers

Written by: S. A. David

May sixteenth.
Of the last quarter.
Of the nineteen hundreds
You arrived.
Yes you did.

May thirteenth.
Of the last quarter.
Of the nineteen hundreds
You barged in.
For sure.

October twenty fifth.
Of the last decade
Of the twentieth century
You broke in.
Aye.

Papa, Mama, Nigeria
Depend and believe in us
To deliver them a blessing.
The name you mustn't soil.
Do not incur the ancestor's wrath.

The world believes in us
Choose the way
Do what it takes
Do anything, good for all
Get to the top of the clouds.