Government Of The Youth Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

Sing and dance your best song
For we've gotten what older generations couldn't
Brooms hidden in big books
Off our coast ignorance be hovelling henceforth.

Increase tempo of song
Let feet shatter peace of dust
For from big books we've gotten rakes
To separate weeds from crops.

New sun appears
Melting icicle of dolour
Waxed by poverty and sickness
Hopelessness and helplessness.

Wheel of vehicle we grabbed
Safe trip to canal-land guaranteed
Smooth run we go
Dudging holes and lumps created by our fathers.

Not box of great thinkers
Not in the verse of poets
Utopia our nation becomes
In th power of our exuberance.

Our aging clad of sorrow we burn
Our joy rises with the new sun
We do what we know best-dance and sing
As our hearts are free of burden.