The Heart Cry Poem by Ojedokun Olajide

I went onto the street for a walk
Both young and old I see as they hawk
As I observed within me, I could feel their pain
And I wonder why our leaders only promise in vain

Then, a small, soft, soothing voice within me
Said O boy, what do you think
And in reply I shouted
It's high time we went to pray on the mount-head

So when I returned home
I vowed to help the oppressed, though not alone
The authority had in no doubt failed
And now, they leave the masses to themselves to wail

As I beheld the pains of the masses
I could do but to cry and be covered in ashes
So I, on my kneel went to pray
To tell God of these souls so frail

Then I heard His voice, "for this you have done
I will their captives turn.
I'll send to them a leader, yes a saviour
And I'll never unto them withhold My favour".