*A CLAMOURING HEART, OH PREDECESSORS!*

Things are now beginning to go bad,

Moments come with a need to be sad,

Easiest possession now obtained by hard,

Shall we cry for being jailed in mystery,

Or remember our great men on history.

Call unto our great father Shakespeare,

Tell him how we all day tremble in fear,

Brutalising and persecuting unfair,

And awe of understanding his sonnet,

Many turned writers but few are poet,

And we no longer clamor for creativity,

Solemnly enjoying solitude of create-thiefty.

Call unto the wise mahatma Gandhi,

Tell him his words has cut across Delhi,

Gotten extensively to the black city,

"In a gentle way, you can shake the world" 

Words I with won battles without a sword.

 Beckon on Fela Anikulapo kuti,

Tell him music has lost morality,

We keep running after popularity,

Lewd pictures on most display,

Devilish vibes now on replay.

Call unto the father of Nigeria nationalism,

Tell him we now dine in boko Haram brutalism,

Currently governing and pooling in racism,

Oh! Great man of devotion; Nnamdi Azikiwe,

Good we seek, but evil  across the way.

Tell major general aguiyi ironsi,

The change we seek is not what we see,

Souls keeps lifeless on land so as sea,

We voted men for good agenda,

But everything turns to be propaganda.

Call unto Ladoke Akintola,

Tell him judges now bow for dollar,

And our advocators all turned liars,

Should I still in court expect the justice?

Or miscarriage of justice continue as rubbish?.

Oh! Fearful attitude of ancient,

Summoning on you regardless the accent,

Hopefully can there be perfect?

Thou has makest forebears prevail,

Never let our future bewail.

*By: Phillip Adepoju (Adeplenty)*