The Brave Poem by Idowu AdegbileroIwari

And the brave that cares less for the grave
Shall like Aves have grace
To crave for the heights
And save his people from hate

The hate they cage in their being,
To deny themselves a life of virtue
The ravening greed in their ranks
The loots of their Heads, the source of tears

Tears on the faces of the masses
Plundered by the plights of ill-rule
By their Heads that lack concern
For the sorrow that swallows the land

But the brave that cares less for the grave
Must come to break the chain of hate
Awakened by the array of their reigns, the Heads
But the brave, sincerity and love, the virtues to crave

Your ear the lonely coldness of truth must bear
And alien to lies your lips must be
Your eyes never must wink at wealth unearned
Halt not, be it losing your life a mark to make

Your courage must be in the hope
To live forever in the hearts of all
The pusillanimous dies in the ditch of indifference
But the courage of the brave shall save him from the grave.