McPetros
When I first met me I thought I was Zulu from South Africa
Cause I naturally had love for the folks in the Town called Cape
And Cyril’s cousin, Chris and I were cool cats
1931 spoke lots about our struggles
When our idol, The Great Britain, became our rival
Revolution was twinkling like a little star
With a smile as large as an ocean, I wore my scar
I was proud of it like it was bling made of diamond
Like gold dust, my sorrow was no way to be found
I became Jacob Zuma with a hundred significant others
My imaginary root is savage. Lion.
Echebiri Gabriella
Italy
Rome, It’s beautiful landscape is a pathway to paradise
Sergio Mattarella is a greedy goat getting great at gambling with government properties and making more money from muddled mass with his scepter of power
1946,her independence gave birth to her success
Mexico
In its beautiful weather I sat prettily
But yet my heart wept bitterly
Her gold radiates like the sun on a bright day
Iron as tough as the hardest rock
Giorgio Napolitano, his predecessor walked to the ends of the earth to secure this greatness
An Eagle
Tochi
England is the Eden
You’re London Abraham, the father of nations
May must most march
a man who was never born but exists
You brought light to the dark hole of the universe
Thy colour is thy beauty’s hand
Thy nature cause the shoulders haughty band
You shall dig it like it’s the grave to find it
The treasure is like your life, you’d keep it
Mother Theresa may blessed art thou amongst Million men
Lion of the Tribes
Rudolph
Portugal
Lisbon- a first curtain covering the sun
Marcelo de Sousa- slippery stained snake in sheepskin
1195 – your age hangs like time, the beginning
South Sudan – a last born
The custodian who holds the light
a music made of harp and oil of the night.
All your umbrella covering you like forests and trees
your willingness to dominate the earth like iron ore is wisdom.
A loud-mouthed tree whose leaves hangs in the air.
Turtle
Adekunbi Ogunsuyi
Italy
Rome sits on the bounds of heaven
Sergio is a sea dragon on a sail boat
1946, the year that axed her chains
An eclipse of civilisation and ignorance
Her edifice, designed artfully
Her people interact casually
With pathways bright as gold
Expensive as petroleum
Giorgio reelected for washing the citizens feet and ruled with a scale.
Grey wolf.
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