Sweet Mother(Sonnet) - Poem by OTONYE DANIEL
My free country..
My rich mother..
It's a shame your children beg for food!
My country free and fair..
Over you corruption and crime brood..
My country sweetened with the milky democracy..
Hmph! Oligarchy is your underpants and you wear the glistening robes of democracy?
My honey country with merry air..
Hmph! Your grasses are sad and in your deep problems steer..
My country, my sweet..
Mother! Your son has grown..
I bear no longer milk teeth..
your sweetness I've known..
How sweet a mother! .. Your children suffer..you draw away your breast from us!
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