DEAR BREED OF THE LAND

You were born in the richness of serenity,
in the flaming splendor of natures freshness,
you were born in the land of the speaking drums,
in the very heart of the whispering tall tree,
you are a born, breed child of the land,
the very giant of the African tribe.
let nothing pull you down,
either failures or unseemly fate.
you've drank from the richness of courage milk,
you've been breed amidst the dwellings of fiery tigers,
you are strong, bold and courageous,
the very resemblance of your forefathers,
fear not the menace of the Dictators,
the band wagon of traitors and thief's,
they would differ your uprising,
nevertheless, its in your trait never to give up,
the menace of evils would end one day,
the very whiplashes will heal,
your land would find freedom from its wicked rulers,
the ones who toss your dreams without a guilt of conscience.

The ones who mounted up from you back,
and now jack you off the ladder,
dream on! breed son of the land,
scratch the soil and thus rise again,
against the chaos they've sown,
the oceans of bloods from the north,
the bleeds of wounds of the future left in the forest.
your tears has formed a sea,
sail on it to the island of your dreams,
the menace of wickedness will end someday,
the looters and the brutal,
the cunning and the Cruel.
Be courageous breed son of the land,
till the soil if you can,
strive amidst the woes from the blessings of nature,
the woes from those who selfishly sold your right,
your right from the blessings of the land.

@profakins