The Time Cometh Poem by Raimi Babatunde

On the African Savannah
The opportunities are the same
For all animals
To thrive or fade
The competition is intense
With so many bandits
Masters of stealing and deception
But not again

Working together
Lions keeps their enemies contained
Working as a pride
They have everything to fight for
For the survival of their generation
Most times they win
Sometimes they loose
But nonchalance can be calamitous

They would rather die trying
To secure their bloodline
Even if they have to embark on death missions
Together they forge ahead
With a common goal
Speed, accuracy, agility are required
To be a master strategist
In brotherhood

Why do we hate ourselves
When our diversity is our strength
We jump before we think
We loot without conscience
Our children die of diseases
When looters have enough abroad
One day the tables will turn

The oppressor will soon become the hunted
Finally, the gods will hear our cries
And subject looters to public shame
But until then
We will wait
And one day
Our time will come
What we lack in power
We will make up in size

Very soon we will rise
Rise above tyranny and oppression
So, you oppressor
You oppress us and rape our economy
Your time is up
You and your cohorts will dance
A dance of shame
Reserved for our enemies of advancement

Let the prison gates be flung open
The hour has come
To welcome them all
Masters of deceit and stealing
A price they have to pay
For robbing us of our future
We will drive our canine at your vertebra
As a Cougar to a Gazelle

We will not stop
Until justice is done
And the people are redeemed
From the hands of the oppressed
We have you in sight
As election approaches
With our voters cards
We will start stamp our authority

Soon,you will become politically irrelevant
Like seasoned hunters
We will fire you back to your villages
Then the people's court
Then your new home incarcerated
Then we will win
Just like the Lion
We will always win

Our Sparrows are merciless
Flying right above you
Gathering evidences
That we may be vindicated
Many have been tamed
But a new generation is born
The mongoose fears no cobra
We will not be cowered
In a cause we believe to be just

In the end
The time commeth
When we will be nested
In an atmosphere of peace
Governed by leaders
With the fear of God
Servant leaders of conscience
Restoring all that is lost
Then we will win
Without fighting a war
That, to us, is real victory for Africa