Our Father's Land Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

OUR FATHER'S LAND

On our father's land, we will serve with joy in our hearts while the land is rusty with dearth.
We will sow on our father's land the seeds of labour, with honesty jingling in our hearts.
We will discipline our tongues to say the right words and not tell lies as if it were the truths.
We will adorn our hands with beads of honour as the blood that flows inside us is royal blue.
We will crown our heads with our harvests, with sapphires crusted with rubies in a golden grand style.

On our father's lands we will train our feet to prance to the rhythm and blues of the soil.
We will dance with vibrancy peeling off our skins, we will shake to the beats of our land.
We will match on the abstractions and distractions barring our gateway to success.
We will beat our chests like the ones destined to revolutionize our sinking father's land.
We will sing with exuberance busting from our bodies, our voices will strike the earth more than twice.
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POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA