My Country Poem by Al Ameen Shuaib Assayouty Ologele

Let me tell you little about a place I live
It has a beautiful origin you would love to see
The natural grants are bounty
We can never run out of resources
We have a beautiful culture and ethnicity abundance
We are few out of many
We are rare to be found
We are dignity of human
We are worthy to be pampered
that is my country from a side
if you look at it from afar.

In place of light, wilderness has taken place
the eagle is gone in search for food
the green grasses has been dyed
drough changed it to brown
our leaders are riding on the horses
and the wavy white pall is stucked
disintegration is now the father of the day
integration has been murdered
one who never live to see the parent.

My Country is a comic ground
Leaded my clown folks of timber caliber
who enjoy the pains in human faces
as they cracked the jokes to us
they take turns and we turn
and their infant takes over when their time laps
they are our messiah in ecstasy
the creator of our agony.

My Country is a selfish ground of honor
created by the masses of horror
in our turn we can't do ourselves a favor
not even a bit of donor
just to create for we an amor
with a beautiful color
to fight off the good political actors
we are rather ourselves error
and always have to take and give them another tenor
a very deadly vapor.

In my country we have the best
but we still beg for the good
we are very rich
but we still beg to spend
we are beautiful
but we still run out to see beauty
we are blessed
but we still beg for blessings
we are intelligent
we still beg for intellectuals
we are capable
we still beg to be ruled over
we are strong
we still beg from the weak
my country has failed to see
but our eyes is as big as a crocodile
we could do better.