The Labour Of Our Heroes Past Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Rising in the Titan sunrise of Lagos
The birds sang all through the night of hate
Men became angry with state of fate
Their government have failed them they yell
This is Africa where Africans celebrate failures
We long remember the days we hated the most
Even at 59 we have little to dare hope in
Where is hope when all hope seems lost
Travel the city and see it burns with rage
Poverty wear suite and bold tie admist the hot sun
Peace no longer come from within nor without
As the days we live are lived in fears
All hopes came crashing into the Lagoon
Who at last will be our savior in this feet?
Nigeria have aged so quickly even in his prime
Why then should we dare to hope?
Our unity are more echo in words than deeds
Clearly we lost our steep to Heaven's gates
Cleaved to deities with little humanity
Hell rage within us and is burning hatred
in our streets as we all hide from his smoke
Tell our leaders to remember Awolowo, Tefa Belewa,
Ken Saro-Wiwa, Jaja of Opobo and Dele Giwa
Let us join hands across the feet and remember
the labour of our heroes past shall never be in vain