SONS OF THE SOIL

a poem by Oredola Olamilekan Ibrahim, Nigeria

SONS OF THE SOIL

We were born and bred in this very land
Say we were born and bred in this very land
Our father and theirs own this land
Their fathers and ours own this land
Say we were born and bred in this very land 5

We were born and bred sons of the soil
Though we might have neither dime nor stinking wine
And huge paper bundles at all down counts
Our tattered cloths like sparrows brown
Yet our father and theirs own this land 10

The desert dogs may roam and croak
And the forest frogs may hiss and bark
But the parrot conks to the orients sun
As we face the sun and ‘sure our selves
That we were born and bred sons of the soil 15

The privations of the world may mount and mount
And complaining mouths shall say and groan
But to those winds we won’t gave and gave
For we were born and bred sons of the soil
And on this very land we shall reap our toil 20

GOOD FRIDAY
PASSIONATE VERSES
THE CHILDREN’S DAY

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