Prose

Homeland

They say I talk too much
Because I rally around
For global peace
They threaten me with jail time and death.
I, Umar the poet,
I know death will come someday.
So, I fear no threat.

The blood surges in the land
Many have gone famished
Heaven hear me now
Thunder claps with fire.

Homeland, my Homeland
Nigeria must rise
For a night of glory
No place for sleaze.

I shall live and die
Loyal to Homeland
For a life of pyramid
Calming jollity.

I swank of oil
I swank of minerals
River Niger, Benue
But no fuel in our tanks and water in ceramic pots.

Hey, I shall define my will to live
This sleaze must obey
Destiny shall retort to change
Oppression is destroyed.

About author
Umar Osabo teaches English as Second Language (ESL) and English as Foreign Language (EFL) courses at the University of Hargeisa, Somaliland, East Africa
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