THE GREAT COUNTRY

Silent I wanted to remain,
Alas, my speakfire cry, it cry:
'I will speak and speak, speak of that great
Country,
that great country, with Aries of wits,
On the street of futility.
Speak of that great country, that great
Country with honeys, but honeys for
few palates, but sour for much lips.
Speak of that great country, that great
country that gives benevolently, but
lacks what it gives greatly.'
I besieged my speakfire to calm, alas,
it cry again to weep more. 'Speak on,
speak on' then l said.
Speak of that great country, that great
country that suffered from its Alan
Cortex and Francisco Pizarro, and after
their exist, suffers from self-conqurer.
Speak of that great country, that great
country, with 'giant' as its acronym, but
fortunately unfortunate, an acronym
that fit not.
Speak of that great county, that great
country that gives you oromodiye, and in
return takes odidi omo.
Speak of that great country, that great
country, in its extrinsic, is goodly bad, and
in its intrinsic, looks best worse.
Speak of that great country, that great
country, though having many, but
wallows in penury.
My speakfire speaks of that great
country, my great country.

Oromodiye -- A chick
Odidi omo -- An human.

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Hostile is that world,     where the Haves have more   but the Have not have less          Hostile is that world,       where the rich groan for too much   but too meager the poor groan for    Hostile is that world,     where the bourgeoisies clamors for up       using the proletariat as the stepping stone    Hostile is that world,     where few are born not with silver spoon alone but also with gold but many others with undefined colourless one      Hostile is that world,     where lowliness remains with the lows,   but highness and pride with the high    Hostile is that world,     where I maneuver myself out of that rickety study ground         only to hear, ‘all fingers are not equal’ when it comes to job    Hostile is that world,     where some are regarded as royal blood   but some, the one of slave, though blood is blood    Hostile is that world,     where asegbe remains with the upper class   but every offences is punishable for the lower class    Hostile is that world,     where the people with power are thirsty for evil   but their subjects  dares not question the acts       Hostile is that world,   the world you and I know, yes, we both live with that world only God can fight that world for you and I.

asegbe-  injustice

Beside this beautiful river is where I sat         
Thy cold breeze is what I cherish in my heart           

Like a Yarra river’s flow, is thy constant flow    By thy bank, the green leaves grow   

On you, momenst of some water bugs, they do enjoy    By thy side, the crab do leap for joy   

Narrow is the part you take Shallow is the channel you make   

Happy they are, the little fingerlings in you          Amazed I was, when I dip my feet into you         

Thy series of flowing makes my heart glad    As a thigh of a beautiful maiden is thy meander pad       

Bubbling thou walk with thy spontaneous ray The color of thy eyes, I cannot say

But thou with the lovely face of Katherine Gorge arrive           
With thus, I called thee, my stream of life


                                      ADEBAYO SAMUEL OGUNLEYE