My Fatherland Is a Sinking Sand
The future farmers are begging for bread,
I see their seed sinking in the sea of sorrow,
our elders are behind, no one to follow.
On the pillow of pain hope lays his head.
Tomorrow is gone; it died in the past.
Today is filled with mess and mysteries,
yesterday is not found in our histories...
We are swimming in this stormy blast.
Children and youth have nothing to learn,
our mothers have murdered morality;
and our falling fathers fake reality...
Leaving posterity to yell and yearn.
Nothing is lost, we have nothing to find;
darkness shines brighter than the light.
There is no war, we need not fight;
the beautiful ones were born blind.
Which way Nigeria, wake up dear fatherland,
You were a king, you were much more...
All I see now is the stinking sore
of a starving slave in a sinking sand?
Copyright 2014 Adeleke Adeite
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