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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