Children of my fatherland
Hear the cry of the earth one last time
The blood soaked land can take in no more
No more should this fiery cradle of selfish desire be fed
Be still and you will hear the wails of our ancestors who are rolling in anguish six feet under
They see the blood rivers and the air heavy with the stink of oil money
They choke on the heavy fumes of corruption
Crying burning tears of salt and paraffin
Children of my fatherland
This plea cannot fall on deaf ears
Brother, Sister, Egbon, Aburo together we can make it
The clock of extinction is fast approaching
The grave diggers of our present have been called
The mourners of our future are ready
Children of my fatherland, make haste, make amends and make a change.
Wow! This is a classic!! I love everything about this piece!!
There’s a hurt voice 2 d words…a pleading witness 2 the agony of many.
WRITE ON Cherub!