MY COUNTRY

Sing sweet lyrics to the mortal realm
That they may hearken and listen
To our tune of thousand voices
Of handsome men and lovely women.

We grow crops on soft and fertile ground,
And our harvest are large and big.
We sow sweet fruits of varieties,
And our reaps are great, in large abound.

The lofty trees in our clustered farms
Depict our strength and unity.
The water we drink from our palms
Reflect our integrity and strong will.

Black is the color of our smooth skin,
Black as the skin of a raven.
White is the color of our teeth,
White as the winter's snow in a glen.

The labor of our cumbersome hands
Create colorful robes and basket.
Green is the raiment of our land
That covers earth like a second skin.

©Okunola Peace