Wake Me When Am Free Poem by samuel abimbola aladetan

Wake me when am free
beat the drum while the king
is awaken the land is dry
the farmer call for a cry
to sow the seed
the princess dressed in roses
the maid danced in rags
the hope is fading
the newsletter head speak good of the famished
land, the basket of the chief lord flourished
the workers cry to make a living while the king donate
to other fat nations call for banquet festival
wake me when am free
the Pius keep the wealth of the worshipers all in the name of
the messiah the people cry while smiling in the mirror
you are blessed they while you nothing working
wake me when am free
we plant the seed to harvest tommorrow
but the seed had been eaten no tomorrow except the king
wake me when am free to see my people running the race for
liberty. the freedom calls