MY FATHERLAND by DEKKY

When I die let me be buried
Only in that land I love
Amid the wide spread plain
Where termites live and own
Though with the blood of foes
Lying in that grave I’m home
Many would laugh at my plea
And wonder why I would seek
And long for all that seem lost
But while I fly to the sky
Below would I see my fatherland

 

Oh why shouldn’t I be buried
In that swamps where I grew up
Among children with no pants 
Or even shoes to call their own
Where we slept on hard floors
Or tattered mats we call bed
Now I’m all grown and far off
I still want a feel of that all
To breathe in the dry air
Of a dusty Harmattan wind
that sweeps around our huts.

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