Land Of Sorrows Rebuilt Poem by Cash Onadele

There are things we believe we cannot bear
But we can bear them, we do bear them
In a land that has been handed down by our forefathers
We owe you the courtesy of kindness
You do not owe us any such considerations
We would be grateful for a chance to earn your forbearance
We can all be fools with garish inclinations
Our tasteless showy our best gifts we could give you
It is in our feeling of pain, be free of our myopia
Your corruption is an old wound, I tell myself
I should feel no pain but there it is
Whenever I feel it I chide myself it is only a weakness
It may be a disfigurement, people fear in you
But it could be a gift, if things change I realize that now
People who flinch from this disfigurement imagine they know you
Because of what they saw in your times past
It is a fine thing to rebuild what has been so sorely disregarded
Like a mother, you would not forgive yourself before I forgive you.
This I know, there are hard choices to be made
I say now to you in truth with a bit of loving on it
This land has stood derelict for a few decades.
A mark of hesitation and failure, since its independence
Now in democracy, it must stand as a declaration of intent
An assertion that this land would bud with a new glory!
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