• mageekpen1 10w

    My father land

    My father land

    We were just a transient impression
    Half forgotten, ill - judge, poor
    In our fatherland.

    Hide and seek had become a game,
    Where even the two halves,
    Of a perfect whole,
    Failed to comfort each other,
    At the perfect moment.

    Rejoice, for the new dawn,
    This land of abundance,
    Has become the pride of workers,
    The brake in social class,
    The dignity of man

    Written by
    Babatunde habeeb olayinka