Priceless Price – Poem By Solomon Temitope
The price for our victory
Shall be an impresa in history.
Though very expensive, still, we toil to achieve.
This land is rich
But desecrated by men –
The debris is beyond our reach;
A profit to the businessmen.
Forest turned desert
With no oasis in view,
Hunger has replaced the dessert
To prosperous future, adieu!
Independence on a platter of gold,
Where hence is the platter and the gold?
To injustice, we lost our foothold.
Glory days are of old.
May the end justifies the means,
For the land is mean.
This is not statistics,
For the price to be paid is dynamic.