Soft memory fades away the feeling of yesterday
Soft memories; giving life to an ordinary page
As I remember, voices of our first fathers;
Here is our nation, as bright as embers.
It started as a mere wishful burn of folly,
And now it's turned a real mirthful story.
With cultures sprang forth by different mothers,
Still, we remained kinsmen of a single father.
Just then, pity cried its tears to dry
And he said when the curious one asked him why.
The keys to the paradise we were granted,
In the decades past, what have we planted?
That we have planted languor, watered with cries
Of 'holy wars' against fuel-ditching lies.
The dreams of our heroes past,
withering; in dire need of chloroplast.
But a new life has honored, fellows, rejoice!
The nation repents its past in one voice!
A light inside a century poem
Emitting hope, change is its totem.
Chanting that my strength is my nation,
Believe that soon comes reformation
Casting in green and white a blinding ray
Humming a tune, singing its praise:
The land of growth, milk and honey.
Emblem of hope, peace In making!
Of beautiful land endowed with natural resources
And powerful men- horses on different race courses.
You are the paradise, a well done meadow,
Let's not erode it, make it not a widow.
For if not for you I might be sourceless,
In your unity, I find not myself honorless.
Our home might now be falling and crumbling,
But hope didn't find great ones as flourishing.
O mother honour of this great universe,
Bless your children chanting one right verse.
Giant of Africa, citizens of the green nation!
Let us today celebrate and dance in jubilation.
And in celebration we sure should meditate,
So that the erroneous lot might calibrate.
With this day, at fifty-six friend,
We shall expunge from us all hex.
Mountains staggering with ugly loops,
And art sewn with hate broods.
For together we can move the tallest mountains,
And fill this nation with love from flowing fountains.
© ISWOT POETS
* Halal Writers
Independence, 2016
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