The Psalm of a Poor Land
written by: Victor Oyewole
Èdùmàrè (God),
The songs of the birds are getting gloomy,
Lions’ roars no longer have strength but mourning,
Our faith for each day turns into an ugly fate.
Èdùmàrè (God),
What have we done to wrong your reign?
Where can we find refuge from this sorrow’s relentless rain?
Our cries for help now threaten our livelihood.
Èdùmàrè (God)
Gba ádùrá wa (Hear our prayers).
We stand bare in a land frozen in ice,
If there is still life, I doubt if hope is alive.
I am Victor Oyewole, I hail from Ile-Ife, Osun State. I am a Nigerian poet, writer, spoken word artiste and an OAP. I am studying Soil Science currently at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Osun State.
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