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In this our idle generation of whiners
We have so many boastless doers
Sheltering saplings in our forest
Daily, their leaves they invest
I see Olumide Olulu Holloway
Lights word-candles on the way
He prepares a word feast – a War
Folly dies, Wisdom takes the fore
I see Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu
Do you know the Great One too
By him I, many have been fed
Blessed with word-bread
Like them many sweat
Serving with every breath
A million youth standing tall
A billion names we cannot call
And you, my friends reading this
Don’t walk away with lazy hiss
A task is there for you to do
Do it today! serve 9ja too!
FIRST PUBLISHED HERE: HELP THE YOUTH, SAVE THE FUTURE: A POEM AND A NOTE
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