A Cry For My Country Poem by Kayode Orogbemi

Again i stand,
Like a cry for peace band.
With tears in eye,
And still yet filled with sand.
Its flag in hand,
As i forlorn sing its anthem.
To it we pledge,
But still bite our fingers in ay'em.

Gone are the heroes of our past,
The countries dreams till death they had faught to contrast.
Whom in turns have sworn oats,
But to keep them all ends up in deaths boat.
Gradually fed on in fain by corruption,
And better days becomes an illusion.
Yet abreast with our dreams,
Yet we dance the politics songs, though the light in them dim.
Our joys always ephemeral,
As our death lingers in the hands of a brother.

Why then should we dance,
Why then should we give another chance.
Knowing that theres no change,
Knowing that any day riot may pounce.
Today a dude saying he's a corruption emollient,
Tomorrow another taging himself a panacea.
Yet they all leave the sit a feet deeper in the pit.
We will hold on to those dreams till our end comes.
We will remain abreast our hopes till death our turn.

Aye! Turn by turn we will join the long gone dreaming dreamers.
Aye! Maybe someday that change will aback come and triumphant we declared winners.