There was a country
In which hope is homeless
And not obvious in the peasantry
For the roof is dying of bleakness
What a nation
You Judge without justification
And value not education
Yet claim civilization
With hat in hand
We cry to the matter in hand
A solution we pray for
But we’re denied knowing the value of four
A live dog is better than a dead lion
Let us live as lions, but not in a zion
Let us bark and enjoy the pleasure of the sound
For we don’t want to roar in silent ground.
©A.A INUWA
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