When we awake

Through the coast they came

Across the Atlantic they sailed

With them was God, their book

yet our wealth enticed more

Could this be hope?

Sleep then we did, and dream

but theirs we tend to live

And thus they began – our woes

In bondage from then we lived

When they did go

Much less ready were we

We had our dream still

Out-shone by someone else’s,

the heroes’ motives upheld

But almost at hundred

In dreamland we still dwell

Aren’t we being real, to heed?

Reality calls, “wake up!”

“And you can live your dream”

By Oforma Augustine