Blood Of The Same Colour

'Blood of the Same Colour'

We need not a prophet to preach
Or a pastor to prophecy
that we were born together
the seeds of a mother
Sweat of a father

So,

We're brothers and sisters
Sons of a mother
Daughters of one father
We are made for love
Not a cat-rat fright

The altar has melt us
Let's fall for dove priest's call
We must march to Zion!
In love,
we must be led to Canaan

Tell the world,
We're married!
What God has held,
no man asunder it!

Should we now hire a soothsayer
and he tells us,we're foes?
No! Not again
Civil wall has fallen
We don't need a seer
To tear us apart
and predict our walnutting

For,
We are blood of a colour
swimming in the Niger vein.

©Josh' Oloyede Oluwafemi.

Poem by Oloyede Joshua Oluwafemi