Africa's Cornerstone - Poem by I.C Nnaji
Buddies, if only we knew what our minds could do!
Caught in economic lunacy, we sustain in adversity.
Love for material subjectivity, leads to mediocrity.
Cause we lay low, does not make us apathetic to partiality.
Those who went, knows;
As you know, every child love to play with toys.
There is dignity in labour, LORD, bless us with your favour;
Mr Supervisor, when was the last time you used the elevator?
They gotta take care of base one, or be fairly or harshly
Judged by history.
For mama Africa to be upgraded, we must be cultivated,
not degraded, in order to be harvested;
we got the brains to acquire skills but to them,
We are just statistics.
In solidarity with folks across mama Africa;
out of a mixed substance, we seek a balance.
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