Sons Of Light Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Made from the dust
And created the sixth day of life.
Your breath is for the exploit of the creator on earth.
Not that which was done that they were sent on exile
To till the soil in the rain that gorge from the skin.

And come with it
From the dust you came and to it shall you return.
For His love made still that the lamb came to bridge the gap.
For we were in darkness
For through his death exceeding light shines on us.

Up NEPA
Oh this is never that of my country
Whose confidence everyone never got.
You're the light of the world.

Why do darkness glory as your lord?
Letting your strength to dwell in frat
To be honour by those whose bone are weak.
And being the slaves of our political merchants

Whose children are groom to be your lords
Omolomo lanranise de torutoru.
Only if you could hear their crying from the soil
Those whose destiny you've made to glory from the dust.

Wait and hear me well
Emmanuel has made it right
To bring you back to your creator
Give him the chance
I beg you not to let him go

His being is to make us the sons of light,
That we may be the light of our generation.