Tale Of My Fatherland Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

With our strength,
We toiled with drip of
sweat.
Our males
Full of candour, full of courage
Answer the communal summon
Meritoriously lay on the bricks.
Our females,
Pretty coiffure, coal of beauty
Fetched water with their
gourd.
Our children,
Unlanguid, playfully brought the sand.
And thus, it happened,
We built our fortress.
And we painted our fortress,
The colour of fresh foliage
And an alabaster.
Beautiful and splendid to all eyes.
And we commissioned our fortress
On the first dawn of October.
The Obas, the Emirs and Obis
Were all happy with their diadems.
The males, females and children
Sang songs of beatitude,
Felicity spout from the belly of the sky
For we had built our fortress.
We had built our fortress
Upon the foundation of immoralities.
Deceit, brutality, selfishness and insincerity
Make stand the four feeble pillars.
And then, we toiled in vain.
For a tree that has no root
Will soon be stripped off And in alternate be crumbled
By the smallest spank of
storm.