The undying love for kin and country,
occupies my thinning veins.
There is little sign of milk and honey,
but storms precede all fruitful gains.
I observe the flag billowing slowly—
moved not by the loveless winds.
On those wretched nights when we feel lowly,
your grace enriches our minds.
Am I an extremist or chauvinist?
Nurturing a broken dream.
Am I a victim of politics mist?
A tool in an epic scheme.
But whatever service I must render to motherland,
I shall save her from becoming a depraved wasteland.
occupies my thinning veins.
There is little sign of milk and honey,
but storms precede all fruitful gains.
I observe the flag billowing slowly—
moved not by the loveless winds.
On those wretched nights when we feel lowly,
your grace enriches our minds.
Am I an extremist or chauvinist?
Nurturing a broken dream.
Am I a victim of politics mist?
A tool in an epic scheme.
But whatever service I must render to motherland,
I shall save her from becoming a depraved wasteland.
Aanuoluwapo John Adesina - 2019
