Abubakar Abdulkadir

Rookie (21 March,1995 / Niger State, Nigeria)

Our Soldiers - Poem by Abubakar Abdulkadir

O Patriots! The breeds born of battle fields
By the God of our saintly land i plead
Fall no tempt to the scented callings of slumber
When our long built roof, our refuge, our shield
Is caught by the grating hands of thunders
By the ravaging thirst of monsters, of ogres
By the spiking facade of dirt
With bullets dying between the patches of your khakis
Our nation remain peace-binded by these hells you carry
We plead! It's but injury time to make any blunder
Close your eyes against the tokens life could offer
When better is worth of eternal momeries you proffer
You're more than servants in this toil for thy mother


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is directed to wake up nigerian whom have long brought glories to the land but are now fallen asleep

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 13, 2013


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