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.
E-mail= 89ogunleye@gmail.com.
A societal poem about the fate of individuals in a country where the greedy acts of the unloving rulers have subjected the subjects to nothing... It is so sad many Africa countries are still in this condition today.. Such needs to be ridiculed and of course corrected, and that is the salient point in this poem, titled My Great Country by Adebayo Samuel Ogunleye..
