THE GREEN SUN MUST RISE - BY OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED

Say,

The shivering shore of oil

Only nursed our economy

With dark milk of poverty

But wealth for the hawking sisters

Say,

The rotten wood of the village must glow

The fallen leaves must stir

The sky must cry from exile

To awaken the slumbering seeds

Say,

The green sun must rise

There must be gentle chuckles of the breeze

Aggrieved flood must halt

The tsunamic flow of sky’s tears.

Say,

My rag must shine again

My hoe must hew the earth

My yam must arrest the market

My cocoa should squeeze the plight.