Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun Poet ABC

My Father Land

MY FATHER LAND

My father land
A fertile land
Of pastures and grains
Legumes and wealthy trees
Oh, my father land
Rich farmlands but
Once upon a time

Then,  the kings owned some plots
And the chiefs harvested crops
The poor tilled the soil
And living wasnt very tough 
The mighty hands owned some hoes
And the cutlasses were money based
No one ever lacked
But that is once upon a time

My father land
A fertile land
Of petroleum and gas
Some rich liquids
And wealthy airs
The kings the hoes abandoned
The poor their tools neglected
All in haste to the oily land
And the knights detest all labours
For the juicy, tasty land

Oh, my father 
Is it not you that groweth the money tree
And gushes out the very rich liquids? 
Why then do you starve so? 
What source is for this famine in Nigeria? 
The blessed yet unfortunate
Fortune smiles but Nigerians cry

' Nigeria go better '
The popular saying among the commons
'Nigerians will survive'
We sing without any hope
O, God of creation 
Forgive us our heinous deeds
Reform us, our dear Lord
And show us Your merciful eyes
O, You Merciful
Let my father land smile again

`#LEARNERSPEN 1439,

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