Under the Father Land

UNDER THE FATHER LAND We serve under the father land In huminity we render Selfless services in cosmopolitanism In peace-less and troubless downtown We inhabit as national stuccoers With the aids of the bourgeoisies Starvation, annihiliationists and insurrectionists Famish the proletariats We serve under the father land Where the national integration is but tribal Our forerunners neither retire nor die As their successors grow older Anti crime commits crime in crimeless communities Where we smell not the throne Yet, we're the leaders of tomorrow When our tomorrow is afflicted with sorrow We serve under the father land When we die in bloody combat In pursuit of national unity We receive superfluous medication after death When the copy of a copy is off the tracks Lingering to the land of no mean city Oh! the Cross is too heavy But we're the leaders of tomorrow We serve under the farther land When we're dichotomized, massacred With our immaculate neoclassical ideologies In racial milieu We hike sheepishly in an unknown land With vigorous expectations in future But the future features fruitless flowers Yet, we're still the leaders of tomorrow We serve under the father land When we diminish our trivial capital In selfless services To the in impoverishers But the father denies the children's welfare Shall we perpetuate these? If right we must be Then fatherless we must be The cross will be the crown'd Blind eyes shall see The pyramid Our tomorrow is but yesterday When the skeletonic promises will be fulfill'd then shall the leaders the youths be Our precious blood shall be sav'd The national combat must be dignified (Opurum Precious: Nigeria) Copyright © odiboyp 2016