Arise O’ Compatriots

A poem

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I’ stand to make a call

a call to stand tall

to face these men with clenched fists
and fixed stare

to be resolute in our acts
absolute in our hearts

and conclusive in our struggles
for these sufferings must stop
these intimidations,
oppressions,

that exist in our polity

must abscond our city.

for ours is a land,

flowing with milk and honey
but today we lookup

and find no gain

yet see, a land of pain

if we must fight this scourge
let’s avail ourselves of fear
the fear of death,

death from this battle

for, surely I tell you