Carry Over Poem by Daniel Nnamani

Oh Our Land Oh our people,
They came, they saw and they conquer.
with their ships sail our sea,
their guns killed the sons of mother Africa.

Out of Superiority they settled in black soil,
till us with hardship,
Out of Good they give us Christianity,
In return they exploit our land,
for they preach though shall not kill,
but they do to sons of Africa all they care.

Oh arise Africans out of bondage,
put on the zeal to cleans our mother land,
for our deity we draw to our unmoved mover,
for what we do He answered us,
for they left us barbaric,
how long shall carryover such things
on one another,
how long shall we stop oppression,

Oh my Africa oh my land,
the medicine ever is independent,
we stand on our own,
they will run to us,
we shall in turn preach superiority,
appreciate black culture and tradition,
we will make it a better land Africa,
Oh Our Land Oh our people