The Rebirth
Wazobia weeps beneath darkened skies,
Her fields lie still in silent cries;
Farmers fear the waiting land,
Terror stalks with ruthless hand.
Classrooms mourn abandoned dreams,
Learning fades in fractured seams;
Factories stand cold and bare,
Workers tread the roads in fear.
Sleep has fled from weary eyes,
Midnight echoes with sad sighs;
Children vanish into night,
Hope retreats beyond our sight.
Adults too are dragged away,
Victims of a lawless day;
Yet power sits with stony face,
Blind to sorrow's deep embrace.
Church bells tremble in despair,
Mosques lift trembling hands in prayer;
Faith endures the storm and pain,
Waiting for the sun again.
While the people bleed and mourn,
Greed and pride are proudly worn;
Politicians trade the truth,
Selling futures, stealing youth.
Ransom speaks with growing voice,
Fear has made its wicked choice;
Terror wears a noble name,
Justice blushes under shame.
Wolves are welcomed to the fold,
Stories bought and cheaply sold;
Those who wound the nation's heart,
Sit in honour's highest part.
See the guilty dance in light,
Boasting riches day and night;
Yet the honest soul who speaks,
Finds a prison that he seeks not.
What strange nation have we made?
Why must truth itself be betrayed?
Shall we watch our hopes decay,
While darkness steals the day?
No! Let sleeping strength arise,
Let bold courage touch the skies;
Let the people stand as one,
Till the battle's work is done.
I can see corruption fall,
Hear accountability call;
I can see false rulers fade,
And justice wield her shining blade.
I can see the chains undone,
I can see a brighter sun;
I can see old systems break,
For a better land to wake.
Ashes bloom to gardens fair,
Healing flows through wounded air;
Tears become a living stream,
Feeding every buried dream.
Like a phoenix, strong and free,
Wazobia claims her destiny;
Rising from despair and strife,
Breathing new and noble life.
Justice walks the streets once more,
Peace returns to every door;
Hope sings loud from shore to shore,
Fear shall rule the land no more.
When the longest night is gone,
A brighter age will then be born;
Healing, hope, and victory,
Shall define our destiny.
For the dawn is drawing near,
Brighter than the years of fear;
Wazobia shall rise anew;
Reborn, restored, and shining through.
Copyright © Philip Abayomi Olorunfemi | Year Posted 2026
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