Kites of hope are daring the
storms,
Lovin’ feelin’ is catching
like a virus.
Ships of promises drop anchor
on our shores
Doubtless, bringing sheaves of
our father’s toil.
Chains of heroics link our
ancestry knot to knot
Shattering clouds of ill that
blurs our vision.
We press in the strides of
our marathon,
Clogging the gap with faith
that pelts like rock.
We are a people that will
march on.
A nation that will thrive
with passion.
Akpan
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