ROAD TO GLORY
Roaring, growling, screaming and barking
The echo of the dark gloom sacred way
Oscillating, wandering, skeptical and roving
It seems the way unclear and gray
And where is the way, who know should say?
They say along the hell beneath the tempest
Adjacent with convection of cumulus
Thunderstorms of sadden rain-stone there rest
Beside it the awful men and women in jealous
With harmful toxic claw, the blood covetous
I shouted, my Lord! What else to bring along?
Courage, persistence, determination and faith
The voice replied. But all in all you must still be strong
Go! My soul to the land where lived the Smiths
And know that glory is never once a myth
Here? Yes, here I arrive, the land of my glory
Through the journey, neither do I see nor do I hear
The eyes slept not, the stomach cried hungry
Despite the jungle in the journey, nor do I care
With glory I stand and speak, never shall I fear
©AYUBA MUHYIDEEN KOLAWOLE
NIGERIA
Roaring, growling, screaming and barking
The echo of the dark gloom sacred way
Oscillating, wandering, skeptical and roving
It seems the way unclear and gray
And where is the way, who know should say?
They say along the hell beneath the tempest
Adjacent with convection of cumulus
Thunderstorms of sadden rain-stone there rest
Beside it the awful men and women in jealous
With harmful toxic claw, the blood covetous
I shouted, my Lord! What else to bring along?
Courage, persistence, determination and faith
The voice replied. But all in all you must still be strong
Go! My soul to the land where lived the Smiths
And know that glory is never once a myth
Here? Yes, here I arrive, the land of my glory
Through the journey, neither do I see nor do I hear
The eyes slept not, the stomach cried hungry
Despite the jungle in the journey, nor do I care
With glory I stand and speak, never shall I fear
©AYUBA MUHYIDEEN KOLAWOLE
NIGERIA
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