Though a shame for such a land
my country is shameless.
A land losing its people
to alien illiteracy.
My country so richly blessed
wallow in cognitive underdevelopment.
The grants of our FATHER
have residence in the pockets of a few.
Schools are unsheltered
market stalls- open like dug graves;
windowless, doorless, lacking in standard
Teachers remain unpaid.
Pupils remain untaught.
Lecturers resort to handing out,
sorting to maintain equilibrium.
All, portents of our difficulties.
Some lecturers are moralistic hypocrites
motion pictures to students.
Displaying negatively what they teach
a complete hindrance to education,
if it is knowledge-character transmission
then, shame on us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. Though it speaks negatively of my country, but the truth content cannot be denied. It also shows well that you are a student. I would have loved you to keep talking (writing) before ending the poem. Maybe 3 or so, more lines. Anyway, I'll add this to my favorite poems. It is worth the only poem to read today, and coming from a brother...