Cry, My Beloved Country Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

cry, my beloved country
My country should have a counsel of despair
They always follow a counsel of perfection
Not wonders out of countenances
For all things is undercounter in my country

Alot of lifes had been carried away
Were our sisters have been taken to unkown country
We wating till our cows comes homes
When could they locate the road back home
Sinces we are a fair crack of the whip

Government sympathiser with us
They could clean there wet eyes at our back
Peddles of lies keep rolling in our ears
Lies and deception are our hope

The weak and corrupt country we dwell
Lack of punishment for noble
Only the lowborn could suffer
They could crack a crib and take u away
We enjoyed
Courrup criminal justices
This our food we been used to this
Cry my beloved country

Since our brothers have been used to the job
This just there annual meeting they we soon start
When there little flowers overseas
They could turn them to horse
They could be ridding on there back
This is just there annual period
They could make our sisters do the job

Cry my beloved country
Thousand dwell in this city
People experence death and destruction
We have been face with ruthless religious sect
Many life have been maimed for life
Leaving hundred in casualties
This is the country are dwell
Cry my beloved country