Home Is The Best
Great rivers have their sources
Lion cannot forget the jungle
Where ever ship sails to
It must be anchored at the coast
Where ever I am
Home is the best
Yes, home is the best
I cannot forget the rain forest,
Sunshine and beautiful hills.
At our productive backyards,
Trees clap their hands
To the rythm of cool western breeze
That soothens nerve than any opium.
My home is my origin
Where my placenta is buried
In the productive womb of the soil
That produces abundance ceaselessly.
Kolanuts in our farmland
Produces yearly round
Our cocoa is the chocolate
That is relished globally
My home is a great place
What would I become
To forget my homeland?
Where brothers are real.
Where neighbours are no srikers.
Where peace greets on the streets,
Fishes swim in rivers flawless
Crabs stroll to salute one another unhindered
My home is beautiful indeed
It is a place of unparalled joy
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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