My glorious country
To straighten the truth
Never to bend it
To call a spade, a spade
Not a spade, a rake
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To combat all lies
And office-ministers
Who paint our souls a deceit
With the colours of theft
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To save the common man
And his unborn children
From the teeth of looters
Who wear the gowns of leaders
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To say to the church
That they speak too much
On wealth than holiness
Worldliness for righteousness
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To tell the apostles of lust
And the choirs of flirt
They’re but Snake-trains
That run souls on hell tracks
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To tell the bench warmers
Of false brothers and sisters
They’re but termites
Munching church progress
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To rhyme peaceful smiles
On all lovers’ faces
And pen hatred a dirge
To flee the hearts of every age
I pledge to poetry
My glorious country
To remain her citizen
In time of fame and of prison
I pledge to be loyal, until
I drop my pen on a memorial hill
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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