My Colour By Wale Ogunwole
Why our blessed nation is going asunder.
If the birds in the sky,
Could treasure their nest till they die
With undisguised pride and honour,
Regardless of their feathers' colour,
What becomes of us black
That cherish not our mother's back?
I am black and am proud,
In the crowd I will say it loud
To us I will say it first,
Save another day for the west.
Cause I need no embassies
For the sun that shines in America,
Is the same that shines in Africa
So take away my fame
It will bring no shame
Take away my lover,
And even make my life over
But take away not my colour,
Cause in it lays my honour.
©Wale Ogunwole (a BDS graduate of University of Ibadan)