-Nigeria at 51-
When we count our loses
in this land of golden roses
... We will discover we have lost more than we gained
through those evil years of tyranny; when Terror rained
In our deadly rage
we grew vast in age
We got free from White prison
but selfishly soldout in Black treason
Let's remember the good old days
when hope shun like distant rays
Our future saddled so bright
elegant in the sky like a kite
We have come a long way
so far my mouth cannot say
We've been together for so long
bonded by love so strong
Let's put an end to the discord
and hold unto one cord
The cord of peace, unity and love
love so true like that of a dove.
Thanks for your hope and encouragement cos that country has strike my heart hard and they r moving suffering like a train still.
amazing write. I really appreciate your composition....! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'In this land of golden roses' RAB