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.

  

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