Independence

Ink: Dynamic ink

By: Salako T. O

Dear Nation
Several ages has flip
Days, months, years all are countless
Misty embrace her iris
Anguish, agony,  all spongy
Her impeccable cardiac

Dear Nation
Just as voracious sun voyage
Her days has been pernicious
Like a desert of know land
Her seed prolific not
But enthrall with green land

Dear Nation
Her word is palsy-walsy gasconade
Beyond her planetary phase
Her fallacy(poli-tric-ians) are thrill but drill
With saturation her days arduous
To meet the glamour of twilight.

Dear Lord
Her sinister has left a ditto
Her dinghy sailors are roving
As the sea, ocean voyage with sky
Twitch her horrific to innocuous
Like dusk attain dawn

Dear Lord
Axiomatically her habitat are pious
But the coitus of hell is widely agape
Dear Lord shut the virginia of tragedy
And bless our land like Jannah(Paradise)