O Cameroon, cradle of sages.

Basket of feed, might.

Land of riches, sky without worries.

O Cameroon, why art thou so low?

Feasting in blood, anarchy.

Years unending.

O Cameroon of bounty.

Thou didst let thy name sink.

Grounding gleam for gloom.

Heads crowned with years.

Still crawling in corridors of rules.

Swallowing gold by will.

O Cameroon, thy name is twisted in dues.

Yet, the harvest eludes you.

Dreamers fleeing each day.

Dream makers barred.

Their itchy palms unrewarded.

Why hast thou turned thy face?

O Cameroon, thy charity lives nowhere home.

Thy fruits toil in sweat for bread still, crumbs rewarded.

Thy pride lies in scourge.

The art of knowing is a game.

The sufferer reaps papers.

The skipper, fame.

O Cameroon, darkness within.

Brethren whisper change.

Not from the soul.

Hither and thither, ridicule is thy prize.

O Cameroon, save thy face.

Arise!

Arise now!!!

           OBA✍️🖤