Once upon a time a Nation was given birth to

She was very little

Whatever was required of her, she did

She was ignorant of everything she was asked to do

Not conscious of the fact that she might be doom

After a long time that she gave birth

Her children started sighting some strange light

They tried to quench this whimsical light

So as to bring in something bright

Since is not all light that are truly bright

Her children after acting based on the dictates of their mind

They compromised to make their land bind

They forgot those who formally give directives to their mother before they were born to the land

And they partially eradicated the visible hand.

The children eventually took over the land

Everyone was expecting something high

The children surprisingly Lie

And suddenly became Lar

Dreams and Vision had to lie

All hopes turned Bye

Voices had been raised

Ancestors had been waked

Today has been prayed

Hoping that tomorrow will be praised

But seems our future will still be played

Generations are at stake

Only if the land recognises the chosen one

The problems will be made none

People won’t have to mourn

But rather the name of the nation will horn

All shame and high-handedness will be burnt

And a great Nation will be born.

•Timothy writes via oyelekeopeyemi1@gmail.com

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