The Clarion Call Poem by Martins Akhoeneto
The Clarion Call
Run, run afar in haste;
Go into the huts of my own,
And every home my brothers own.
Tell them I am so sorry
To bear this news with a heavy face.
Let them rise up, awake,
From their bamboo beds of solace.
Let them return for our sake,
With pails and buckets, sword and scabbard,
To put out the fire in our fathers' yard.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: brothers,fathers,nature,sorry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The summons for action in our Nation. Nigeria is dying
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