We ought to be patriotic
We all obliged to be one
Despite our different tunes
We all pledged to unites
Peace, love and faith
We yelled and yelled
In strength and power
We have what it takes
In assurance we called freedom
Militarily the voyage began
The solemnity song changed
As we crossed blood rivers
At our age! what can we call ours?
At our age! where are we?
At our age! The birds are singing
Back or forth, left or right
At our age! Corruption our DNA
At our age! Where is our hope?
At our age! Save our nation O' God
We indeed need Gods help in Nigeria because at our age we are nowhere. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments. Kingsley Egbukole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tell them let them hear is like they are deaf thanks