Reign Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

Reign! Reign! ! Reign! ! !
Let evil reign tell the good
Abacha, no Herbert tale tell and the lesson lost?
Names are but good will

If age permit
Let them laugh to the tales of their past
The dark tears of blood,
Chains on hands and thorns on feet
And now our bachelors marry their virgins
and their pale parts
has not paid our ransom Repeat not wrong paths
let Lost of the past, future gains be.

Tell! tell! ! tell the Nelson tale.
Their reign but gave lead
The present stones builds our future castle.
Let the wise whisper
Bury no intelligence to Hades
let the grey haired speak the language of truth.
My reign, my deeds, my remembrance
Youths are no future but their deeds.
Show the world what printing the pen shall tell of you
Behold a new reign

Birth to the unborn
These children chant praises your tales
The rain shall fall and bless the earth
Grass shall feast in bouquet
And my reign shall last.

John Collins Areyayefa