Native Land

—– Tamo Yanga

Many have sung an ode to thy grace,
Thou promise every child to give solace.
Let me also have a tongue my native land,
In thy anguish by thou I shall stand.

Many want to put a smile on thy face,
They say thou art world heritage.
Then why is thy heart so gloom,
Like a lone lady waiting with a may bloom.

Many have forgotten their way back home.
Thou of beauty and elegance; thou art an epitome!
“Come back my children” voiced thy heart,
“There is no good to be long apart.”

Alas! Thou bestow nothing to hold them.
Surely, they contribute nothing either to claim.