The Thieves Of Our Land Poem by Tony Adah

Everywhere a thief is born
Pilfering dry the land
Like bees they lick with their mouths
And sting with their tails
We should never sheath our swords
Where they hang there our sleep will be
Awake it is war
Asleep the dream is blood
Until the thieves are gone
And the land is free to swell again
To feed the fatherless
To feed the motherless
To feed the poor equally as the rich
Then our destination must have been reached.