Rebirth of A country

When the country rebirths

And the whispers of celebrations

Echos around the mindless

Let me also amidst tears be in the mix

When the role is called upon

Let my name submit it plea

One of the midwife

It strenuous stand it takes


And when the tears are dried

Dried her checks in no colours may my innocent heart say

Thank Yahweh she is weaned and fulfilled


But in her slippery early steps

Let the truth of nature tender hands bless her

Blossomed to a new start

Every inch a grown up giant



By Allanso Jonathan Allanso

Aka: The Mirror Poet