In the smiling sun,
At raging night,
On the bed of thorns,
His hands feed his motherland
Lions to be on the bed of roses.

A ravenous lion in the den,
Roaring to porcupines
To make his cubs
live with doves.

A life created without mission,
His motherland is his ambition,
Flooded by peace is his expedition,
Swimming in the pool of
harmony is his expectation.

©Abdullahi Ishola Aduagba

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