MOTHERLAND

Why   do  people call you so?
Yet it's my father  and not mama who was born here,
But-yes, you really deserve even a greater title,
for the simple reason that you've taken care of me,
You've paid homage to great and prosperous men
From whom my peers and I hail.
Kiabiraa.


Hilly, rocky at your head and bits of your neck,
But yet your feet have never ceased feeding us
We've grown playing at the flat parts of your head
the very head that now equally feeds our people,
at least your feet are getting some rest- 
but where shall our  brother's children play when time comes?
Kiabiraa.


I owe you more than a fortune,
all I breathe is by your providence 
time is coming when you'll demand payment!
but before then I'll wash and oil your feet.
then allow the hair on your head to grow again 
However, I know the ultimate payment is my life!
Motherland.  

                               Omayalydia🙏🙏

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