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A Poem By A Nairalander For Nigeria "Nigeria: Toast To The Bride & Groom" by justwords(m): 7:10am On Apr 23, 2015 |
Written in August 2010 for October 1st (NIGERIA @ 50) You’re always loving me, when am I going to love you back? Thus quoth she whose pulchritude my heart delights in Shall I love still and be patient that love’s got good lock? Or refrain from loving ‘ere t’were late to behold my Beloved’s inn For I may not possess the right key locks since I’m one out of love’s luck? And thus not beholding her inn see not my chances be so ill But love loves not, ‘cause it for love looks forth; nor seeks for such to win. E’en so doth mark my country’s plight for all and never some For old and young; or tall and short; it doth on all embrace, The needy rich and affluent poor it doles to all her name. The healthy sick and weakly strong she identifies with whole and lame And so much so, the notorious on her doth lay his woe To the anonymous, the exiling foe she still bestows a home E’en though they be but white or blacks she calleth all her own My country! there is non like thee permit I write thee still Who beareth wars at ten years old nor endures the same at seven A mother of murdered talking of the first e’en ‘pon when thou wast born Or a child at seven consoling the rest yet bearing the blames of loss, Now thou art grown and art now fifty would you be patient still? Yet taking blames and inglorious fame loves to call us all thine own In patience awaiting the right-good-luck to unlock my beloved’s inn For then she’d love me as her own or at least my love would hail And though that fails, and she loves me not I still will bear her blames. For why? Whether they be weak or strong, they be all but my pride. I’m milking them; let daughters learn from me to be the bride Nigerians! My constant love, from me sons hear the groom. .......to be continued copyright © 2010 Mcsnup Perfect |
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