Ajeyemi Abdulwasiu, Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria

The Name

The name is dying,
The slave is crying,
The man is smiling.

Oh! Man,

Remember the day;
We have million voices,
Holding by oak,
On air,To hear,By ear.

Remember the day;
We have thousand seeds
On hands,
To grow our land,
Diverted by our grandpa
To their barren land.

Remember the day;
We have counted hands,
To select who to Head us,
But authoritarian.

Remember the day;
We have thought
To express,
But chained our tongue.

Have you forgotten the day;
They were dagger our heart
On Our land,
And abide the pain,
To save our next generation.

Oh! Man,
The name is dying,
The slave is crying,
The man is smiling.

© 2019 Ajeyemi Abdulwasiu