A BLESSED MOTHERLAND
By By Henry Samuel Mello

My Motherland,
A white shining jewel in black continent, the Canan of Africa.
A Hostess of lowest to top brass, now dines her majesty the queen of the English
And harbors the world’s biggest monument to Victorian values.

In blessed bosom appears the royal blue skies punctuated with sparking stars
And from both hemispheres she takes her breath.
In her room, room temperatures roams from shore to shore
Covering her with a cool temperate blanket.

Given the mountains of the moon, why not mountains of sun?
Its raises in pinks and yellows and sinks in blazing horizons every evening.
The gift of faith and rich nature is boldly depicted on her badge
And perfect mixture of rain and shine seasons the variety in the food basket.

From her womb, gently meanders a great river
The Nile, our Nile, a fountain of civilization, a source of black man’s history.
In reserved cottages, life is not wild, but just a wide wild life.
On the precious ground she sits, and in her pleated skirts rests the virgin oil wells.

In artistic carvings of her boundary, she owns well baked well bred
Receptive, accommodating and peaceful people.
Birds sing in high places and flowers bloom in courtyards.
The gender agenda generates generosity and on the
Eagle’s wings we fly the freedom of worship, speech and expression.

Brethren, rekindle the zeal to combat killer diseases
And free our blood the garbage of corruption.
Subject to all winds of criticism and overstep not differences
To give understanding a new footing.
Remember, when democracy hangs in golden frame, power is shared on silver plate.

Education is the antenna to catch us the waves of development
Lets weed our global village path ways to enjoy the age.
It real kills to bruise the beauty of mother land,
Mr. economy, tilt your balance in favor of the greens.
Embrace not! Tasteless life styles and steadfastedly hinge on fine cultural foundations.
Dear comrades, commonly will for wealth to be common wealth.

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