New Hope

Title: New Hope Author: John King Ayanfe © Date: 29/05/2023 From the fist of democracy we seek joyous feast Our feast of independence has been thwarted by greed's fist To speak in hope became our wildest shame For upon our comfort they play political game They make gangantic promises; empty, futile and unrealistic They put modern infastructures in places by bogus words They come as messiahs, yet are slaves to avarice That they become like ancient masters of captivity Lo, our past heroes lay angered in their skelental stance Weeping for the degraded state of our proposed great land Mental shackles bewitch the mental strenght of the masses Alas! Can any good thing come out of this land Lo and behold, a new hope sprout Yet again a new quartet-years stand before us Portrayed as the omega of lamentations, and alpha of comfort We anticipate the beautification of a land defaced by corruption Now, shall we have a land devoured of kleptomanias Now, shall there be true governance engraved in transparency Now, shall this land be a home of perpetual transformation Now, shall this land be a greener pasture for earth Arise, o' compatriots In unity and new hope shall we yet breathe faithfully That a new time be borne to exterminate our elegy In this new hope we sing and dance, gladly