THE PEASANT’S PRAYER

How great am I to restore destiny.

    My fervent prayer is withheld beneath the limit but with huge humane.

    I combat for victory becomes futile.

    Oh! Creature, be gracious on my part

I travail for success to prevail but nature contends against me.

    Why me!

    My tears overflows like a furious ocean.

    My hope sparkles and twinkles in desperation higher above Mount. Everest.

Am in desperate need.

    Nature, rescue me from the sufferings that pursues me.

    Let the yoke of success triumph over failure

    And a huge fortune smile on me.

I pray thee Father!

    Let thy glory cascade on me.

    Till the eternal gateman accepts me.

And fill my soul with thy celestial fire.

CROWN OF TEARS .LINDA AMUZU COMS 16/01/0084

Am not sad or trying to be bad.

Oh land of our birth.

Hearken to the despair of my breath.

If  i have the zeal to taste your daily meal,let there be no death.

I travail for joy to prevail,but to no avail.

Oh land of our birth,as I wipe my tears against the bosom of the sea,let my request satisfy my  thirst with no curse.

You promised to permit me to fill my  purse.

But you denied me from achieving the best.

The crown of tears suggests my hunger.

But you consider it to be a social canker.

No worries,I will become a peasant in my chamber.

All the same,it doesn't matter.

Oh land of our birth,I pledge to thee.

My love and toil in the years to be.

Give heed to me  from wee  to pee.

And trust that the crown of tears will be wiped off by my friend Gee,before the key of plea 

Gets lost from me.

HER POLITICS

  

    Her ambition is unity.

    Her mission is of dignity.

    Her vision is never shuttered but her politics is what matters.

    Nevertheless, I call her Africa!

    She designated power unto her children.

    She called it Democracy.

    Politics is our democracy.

    And now, democracy is a malediction to our politics.

    Politics we call it, has disrupted our minds.

    Insults, assaults, contemptuous anger, scorn, and indiscipline are the pride of our politics.

    Oh! Land of our birth, there is no legacy thereof.

   

    Her love and toil from gravidity to hasty delivery has become fruitless.

    Our ambition in politics are unbelievable.

    But we hope that the heavenly train will take a remorse roundabout to turn things around.

    Oh! Mother Africa, I plead on behalf of my siblings.

    For we pledge to reform our political ambitions without censuring democracy.

A NEGRO SPEAKS

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We are not Negro’s in disguise but good indigenes.

 Our ingenuity portrays our culture within the region.

We were not unfortunate to have possessed black skin and to be called blacks.

We are the natives of our society and the communes who are not restrained.

We stand to contend against our fear and reproach.

The story of humanity is written in our vain.

We stand to defend our continent in full virtue in which we live; from North to South, East to                          

West, with no rancour and bickering.

Arise! Arise! Arise Africa.

Let’s confirm together our Liberty, our Pride, our Independence, our Unity and let’s repeal Mischief.

We stand for our Independence; the mighty relieve from our despair.

As days draw nigh, some kings of modernization are ambitious of our scanty wealth.

Offspring of mother Africa, let’s speak on our behalf as gigantic man above board; to make                                    

     

Mother Africa proud in this generation to the unseen posterity.

We are Negro’s of our land, Negro’s who speaks and Negro’s with a unique identity because   

   ‘A NEGRO SPEAKS’