This Land Shall Be Healed Poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola

Something within tells me this shenanigans will stop
Something within me says these vagabonds will disappear
My land will be healed
I can feel it.

Something tells me these lies will stop
Lies told for ages on the graves of kwashiorkor killed children
Lies broadcast to hapless peasants and hungry graduates
I know one day dawn will come
And this ominous darkness will go forever.

Something tells me that this night long woes and cries
Will end in a new dawn and a new song
Something tells me redemption is near though it seems so far

These rubbles will be cleared
And justice planted on a fertile soil
This shame you and I bear will go
And we shall sing together under the shining African sky

Something tells me my land will be healed
And her children freed.