₦airaland Forum

inegbenose1:
We must surely rise to take our destinies into our hands.

Exactly

ALUTA VOICE

Ever conscious Nigerian students!!!
Struggles persist with uncertainties,
Our hopes wallow in abject defeat,
Chants of solidarity now stale,
Come what may, Victoria Ascerta !

Ever Courageous Nigerian students!!!
Though oppressors feast upon our future table,
Dissecting tasty policies with gluttonous cutleries,
Dark shadows cast upon our 6-3-3-4,
Aluta will end in victoria .

Articulate Comrades!!!
Consultations may fail to align,
Freedom seem to tarry,
Consolidation should be the slogan.
Though our Aluta Continua , Ascerta is
victoria !

Sagacious Comrades !!!
Traitors may dine in smiles but stab with hate,
Our competence dragged in muddy waters,
Our rights may be tramp down by cruel rulers,
Pains and blood becloud the days of struggle,
Gleeful days draw high.
Victoria Ascerta !!!

#ReAwakeningConsciousness
#AlutaContinuaVictoriaAscerta
#PenComrade

SAVE EDUCATION

Many days spent at home than on campus.
The four walls gradually breaking down.
Our ivory towers now devoid of prestige.
Tomorrow's leaders on streets rather than classes.
Save education to guard the future.

Lavished meals abound on the national table.
Education starve in abysmal misery.
The ' bedrock ' can no more hold the national pillars.
Our land plunges into pitiable anarchy.
Save education to save the country.

Our Motherland weep for her neglected offsprings.
Comrades become weak to chant solidarity songs.
Political largesse overriding unions' demand.
Sumptuous policies signed on paper but deprived in schools.
Save education to foster growth.

"Graduate" is nothing but a mere nomenclature.
Bloody bandits honoured in great esteem than worthy intellectuals.
Cruel "dealers" (leaders) smiling home with booty bags.
Educationalists daily wallow in pangs and penury.
Save education for the unborn future.

NOT TOO YOUNG

Sabotaged future yet still hoping for the best.
Leaders of tomorrow held in captive of today's mishap.
Money bags hijacking the corridors of power.
We are not too young but the stakes are high.

Our streets are littered with vibrant dreams and aspirations.
Daily seeking for the way through the dark tunnels.
Young minds painfully bearing the burdens.
We are not too young but the game is tough.

The pillars of the country now weak to hold.
4 years in and out, we only remain tools for
vices.
The bright future promised only gets dusky.
We are not too young but the old folks are still running.

When will the young be fit to run?
Would "tomorrow" ever be seen ?
Would our rulers ever turn leaders ?
We are not too young but our voices are so weak to declare.