Above the strive of weed I see a budding plant Beyond deceiving a friends I see a growing man Beyond love and war; peace and hate, I see a learning people Farther from goons, extremists and corrupt leaders, athwart the gore; the depravity; the gloomy economy I see a growing nation. Though the rain might speak And sun might sing, Yet evil men will cease not to spill water from their evil pot But the eyes that dwells Upon the dark Might miss the passing light. So put mind not Upon the rot But do good Do good my people… all you who can. Though True it is: That the striving weed can squash That deceiving friends can lead astray That gory tales do strengthen fears That depravity can bring more tears But do not give up; Stop to believe not Do not join up With the unbelieving lot. For a turn; a twist a cough; a sigh a prayer; a dream Makes a night sleep For after rain Cometh shine. Naija will be great….. someday. Happy day I wish you all.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 09:17:03 +0000
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