Writer: Ashaolu Temilade Ajagun


I climbed the top of the highest mountain
To behold what I could behold;
I saw my fellow native men ,
Living in disaster.

I climbed up even higher,
To embraced the open heavens;
Murder, death and bloodshed,
Appeared before my sight.

I saw the ruling powers,
Powerful wars and conflicts,
I perceive the problem of the nation
Standing with an overwhelming ovation.

I saw hungry children,
Here, on our native soil;
Only the rich grew richer,
Thriving on the wealth of...