ON A MOONLESS NIGHT - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS
Trail is missing, doubt is heightened Perforated thought intertwining cobwebs of hope Sightless sight enveloped coloured shade of radiant rainbow Fields are green, but fruits marry thorns in juvenile jungle Voice would be enough to call the sparrow remains a cloud. Blunt edges of the cross are sharpened on a crying cliff Tears drenched the clamour of weightless purchasing power We want to be the friend of light, but it’s an abyss in embryo We belched in monumental comfort regardless of looming waterloo Our groundnuts are harvested on a tree and oranges from the ground. Let the passing shadows cleanse the surface of the rising moon And let sojourners in the dungeon lean on freedom of sword We can match across the bridge of morrow with dauntless empathy Let the west wind resurrect soiled flag of great voiceless strength And let night closed its windows for morning to open the blazing door. Our racing horses are at the Aijalon valley dancing to echoe...
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