(Composed for METHOSA to commemorate her inauguration programme)
By World Barnabas
Blazing excellence we call our pride
And on its horse we’ll unanimously ride
In togetherness we can rebuild its broken wings
That is hanging in the dust of dawn of many tings
The neglected dirty cloth can be whiter than snow.
The dead lamp at the old gate has been rekindled
And this call our numerous drums must jingled
Farmers should inform the labourers in the sunset
Liberty lies in this conjugation of musing minds onset
And the west wind of change will wake the languid flag.
Sharpened chisels from appropriate quarters spring to fore
To whittle down this dried wood of thirsty throat at the shore
Light leads us to our destination; it’s time to lead the light home
And glorious honours among mortals in our appellation form
The rising and setting of our descendant will on this hope lay.
Dash your doubt on this cliff, for this basket will fetch water
Truly they are far above us; our unified strength they can’t alter
Their horizons of accomplishment metamorphosed to our starting point
For our striker of strong desire will surely activate our goals in the net
In jubilance we’ll tear and incinerate the perforated garment of servitude.
METHOSA is not the conglomeration of custodians of heightened letter
But the fusion of those whose shadows passed through this shelter
Let everyone brings their quota of paints and brush for beautification
Let everyone offers their sacrifice on this stony altar for purification
This legacy must we secure on this soil and in the soil beyond.
We can’t misunderstood our stepping for we are from the same mother
Those who plan to do otherwise must be thrown outside this golden border
For it’s high time to rent the veil of stigma covering this radiant hope
Optimism is our shield of war; trust is our helmet ofconsistency and scope
Peace is our circulated emblem; team work is our irresistible watchword.