Country O Mine - Poem by uchenna nnodum
The fairy tale of a drunken Oaf
Half bread is better than no loaf
Glass shattered on wall
Not same as the scattered at all!
Thirsty while born by the river
Hungry while you are a fowl breeder
At the dawn of the morning we go pray
By the dark of night it all goes away.
Shall we today pick the pieces up?
Or wait till silvers fill our own cup
O country of mine, rather than wait
Let me meet up with our lost fate.
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