This land my son,
Is your only inheritance under the sun
It came through the barrel of a gun
Please guard it jealously
For underneath it lies treasures
This Land my Son is your only Inheritance
Out of it shall come your sustenance
Take heed , lest you fall into a trance
For the vultures are waiting for that chance
Listen my son, for my words are without repentance
Be very courageous
That you defend this land so precious
Men and women fought battles so dangerous
They died in real war not fictitious
In the hands of imperialist so ruthless and notorious
Open your eyes my son
The enemy shall not rest
Look they come from the East and the West
With money they come to you to test
Never give in , for what you have is the best
Because to see you suffer is their quest
Now I can't sleep in peace
Because your brother dines with the beast
With foolish treasures he boasts
While like a king he feasts
But for this land they are thirsty!
I share my thoughts, experiences, perceptions , vision, and life in general through Poetry and Stories. I have always wanted to be heard and this blog gives me the platform to express myself without fear or favour. The writting and poetry touch all facets of life including social, economic, spritual, political and cultural.
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