Struggle In Spirit. Poem by Adeyefa Tolulope Michael

My Jerusalem, my Jerusalem!

Thou art more embracing
East or west, you are still the best;
For thou art nurture my soul to brand,
And I had journey out of thy hand
But realized thy love is more encompassing.

Oh motherland! Thy love I have at heart
Even when the going is rough and tough;
My legs shall tread the path of struggle,
And with all vigour I shall leap the hurdles
To restore the glory thou ones begat.

Blessed art thy fallen heroes!
For their names are engraved on golden marble of our heart,
With their blood to mixed with ours
To double our courage and valour,
And continue in their fight against thy foes.

Soon, soon thy history shall recast
And thy glory shall lift for the world to see
Thy enemies shall watch and be marveled,
When thy victory is unraveled
And they shall be the victim of the consequence of their past!