Faith For Hope
O my country,
filled with riches untold,
with stories of legends from years ago,
who fought to uphold our gold,
who took a stand and said no.
All the vices which grew in fold,
so bowed down to rise again.
O my country,
why still down,
why so sad,
shall we in the water drown,
or on ground burn down.
Arise my country!
go to the ends of the earth,
stand tall,
never fall.
Copyright © Rachael Olorundahunsi | Year Posted 2017
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