Arise compatriots

Arise, compatriots

The land is green,

The leaders are mean.

The soil is fertile,

And the youths agile.

I should have been home yesterday,

But country home wouldn’t lead me home.

We travail till we burn our feet,

Embracing the past heroes’ feats.

Diverse preaching in cacophony,

Qualitative teaching now a luxury.

She should have been greater,

If only everyone cared.

Dwelling in shambles of venality

Bound in shackles of poverty

Arise, oh ye hoi polloi

No thoughts yet on “Arise compatriots” by Olawale Kelvin (@olawalekelvin)

Leave a Reply