THE LAND

In the land far away, Long a journey one can't walk a day, The heaven is close to eart', But the earth is far from heaven’s sit. There, children merry and wallow, And the old, the joy they swallow.

The land, ploughed long ago, When there was no time to blow. The frontiers saw draught ahead, So they tilled while it was wet and mild. Now it birth their children milk and honey And they all share with love, peace, harmony.

This deed travels far and near, Wowing the blind to stare. On ballistic birds many travel to see. They enjoy the sweet company, So, to stay, they trade their strength; Tilling the sojourned land to death.

But our land, we left fallow’, Like dreads, no path to follow. Our hoes, dead, lie behind the water pot. Adamu, Nkechi, Bayo are still heading to the ‘port. The old, knowing no path to walk, Resign to fate, and talk.

The young versus the old; aflame, Pelting each other with blame’. Because our actions and inactions, Minus consideration and deliberations, Might bring to knees The coming breed for garri and peas.

But cry not for our Land, Ay! It's not as bad as described Our land is in use. Yes, it is! The final resting place for cacasses. Even the sojourners want their Remains interred here.