My Oath Poem by Iyanuoluwa Okunola

On a sunny day,

The winds cease to be,

The countenance of the people, stiffed

Eyes searching for their feeds,

Mouths to feed,

The fate of the country is being decided,

A new dawn is upon us,

Power lingers in the hands of the just and unjust,

Their fingertips dipped in uncertainty

A jostle of our rights,

An haven to be crafted for our lives,

Duty calls me to my post,

My sacred place,

My oath tightens my foot,

Emotions, an adversary,

Citizens gather to partake in the future of their lives,

Votes fill the ballot box,

The ballot box, my oath,

My life and death,

A dove, filled with the demands of the people,

A child, unjust for the games of our country,

My eyes, an eagle eyes,

Enemies seeking to steal and destroy,

The joy of the nation,

The hope of the people,

The ballot box slips from my eyes,

It lies in the hands of the enemies,

People who don't want this country to progress,

People without sympathy for their fellow colleagues,

My oath is at stake,

My honor withers,

A step ahead of other,

My mind on the same race as me,

Boom! A cannon fired,

A roar in the guts of the people,

My honor to be restored.