On my knees, I set my case
That I may not be altruistic
I pray for the deliverance of my people
From the love of money
And other associated products
On this long and rough road
I amass blessings from the most High
I pray for the mothers
For their tired backs
And their bleeding hands
For the whole nation
I give my offer of prayer
That the arrow of God trembles at the gates of light
I cannot contain my jealousy
The secret thing is much endured
Imperative, it is a watchword
A matter of national love
And to my shaky conviction
I search for a graveyard
I give kudos, to the martyrs of spiritual racism
For our labour shall never be in vain
The poet of this poem, Adetola Adetuyi is a student of the Department of Botany, Obafemi Awolowo University. Adetola blogs at Tuyitola's Blog(www.adetuyiadetola.wordpress.com)
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