Dear country
What will you do about your offsprings
Who are wilting away gradually
Like plants in the desert?
Dear country
Your future leaders can barely escape
The ugly hands of untimely misfortunes
Dear country
Your Greenland is getting sandy
Your hard work is going down the drain
And your youths are out of control
Dear country
Your future is as blur as the youth's future
The days of your glory
Are gradually fading into past oblivion
Dear country
Your people make others cry or cry themselves
Dear country
How do we leave this dip
of poverty and unproductiveness?
How do we build a new generation of leaders and future leaders?
It's a call for us to do right and remember
Remember the labour of heroes past
While not forgetting our humanity
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
