Wake me when am free <br />beat the drum while the king <br />is awaken the land is dry <br />the farmer call for a cry <br />to sow the seed <br />the princess dressed in roses <br />the maid danced in rags <br />the hope is fading <br />the newsletter head speak good of the famished <br />land, the basket of the chief lord flourished <br />the workers cry to make a living while the king donate <br />to other fat nations call for banquet festival <br />wake me when am free <br />the Pius keep the wealth of the worshipers all in the name of <br />the messiah the people cry while smiling in the mirror <br />you are blessed they while you nothing working <br />wake me when am free <br />we plant the seed to harvest tommorrow <br />but the seed had been eaten no tomorrow except the king <br />wake me when am free to see my people running the race for <br />liberty. the freedom calls<br /><br />samuel abimbola aladetan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wake-me-when-am-free/
