Invocation Poem by Bamishaye David

Let this rain wash her miserable yore
Like Naaman in the Jordan river
Let this pen cure her hemorrhage
Of the centuries and nail her sin to cross.

Let all those who loathe this land perish
Like Pharaoh's army in the red sea—
May the eyes of those who beguile us
Into the incessant darkness survive not,
The furor of this gloam
Let all those who love this land be great!

The tree does not lament the stride of the birds
Land does not belch the trunk of the tree
Let there be serenity in the North and the East
The rage of the wind does not blind the cloud
When the sun shines
The face of the earth blooms
Let there be Felicity in the West and the south.

The sea does not spurn
the glee eyes of the fish
Let the prodigal sons and daughters
of this land retrieved
Let all the fractured hope
And dreams be restored.