Mother At Pentecost Poem by Ndubisi Anslem Otolokpo

MOTHER AT PENTECOST

Arise! O compatriots!
Arise!
Arise! For the crying of mother
Arise! And work willingly
With gusty strength of honour


For her crying shame,
Moaning over scored years
Of no smidgen training and of salvation,
Still sad-cripple on top of
Material prosperity.


Her dress stained with betel
juice by her young poker sleaze,
She can't find her voice,
O mother! Mother of
My ancestral spirit


Spirit of fearless warriors
What have we done to you?
what humiliation have we caused you?
O mother!
She bewail over her" ugly" children


No to demise,
It tell on her, we are all
Beating the morning headline.
Arise! Arise!
Great minds of her,


Stand awe-struck by her strength,
let us nurse her cries of torment
And work towards her dream hope
Arise! O compatriots
Let's gird her with clothe


Of strength and honor,
Let her smile with pride,
Mother! my beloved mother
In whom I pledge my salute.






BY
NDUBISI.A.OTOLOKPO