Build 'em Now! Poem by Oladoyin Micheal

Great hunter from her rise
The Eagle! Great mother;
Ne'er had she cry,
In joy her products gather.

5 Hen for future teach chicks,
For the future is obscure;
Obfuscation with obscurity- injected thick,
Even necromancers discover no cure,
Only the learned chicks brings the cure.

10 Banana tree didst make a rise:
In abundance does suckers gather
In their time to win prizes
And later make a fruit ladder.

Goldsmiths didst make wealth grow
15 Smoothening minerals, all pure!
For the suitability of eyes- click
And blind eyes to cease being obscure.
Think and rise!
Hark all Mother!
20 Thy dead spirit must to rise,
For thou shalt begot crowthers.

Thy offsprings are not for ticks:
In 'em lies great nurture,
Nurture of no counter- prick,
25 For bright and oaken are their future.
Infancy is set- up for cries,
Laceration is fix not for brothers
But for graduated sucklings
In their present future.

30 To thy advice will they stick
Regardless thy custom and culture
And in future never lay sick,
For thy words hath made the torture.

Do your best,
35 Leave to God the rest,
Take your rest
And expect the best!

They're great leaders:
Head in all section,
40 To become legends and role models.
To create landmarks, all to build the nation...
Build 'em now! ! !