In the morning, i get up and look at my country <br />the roads pavement are full, loud and a weary <br />as the young sun, heats the old and scary illucks <br />while the gardens narrowly close their flowers of Lilas <br /> <br />later, thats me beside the gravel <br />from where can be seen the sun, awaiting its fall <br />calm, small, rich, boarded and peaceful <br />a motherly country with sweet roofs making it wonderful. <br /> <br />A country with memories of its glorious records <br />a country with importance, greatness and beauties <br />that country which shall never remain small <br />as always has fought against corruption, injustice, poverty and bribery, <br /> <br />Cameroon my country, that God in his mercy <br />has given cocoa, coffee, oil and so much in plenty <br />countless of its successes in the game of football <br />or tourist who come to see its numerous falls <br /> <br />Cameroon my country where peace <br />reigns and like breeze flows with ease <br />due to the policies if its leader President Paul Biya <br />who even when was a Prime minister was better to Andre Marie Mbida <br /> <br />long live Cameroon my country <br />long live the fight against corruption and bribery <br />long live the fight for meritocracy <br />long live CAMEROON, an icon for African democracy.<br /><br />Eric Ekinde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cameroon-my-country/
