WE HOPE
Here lies the ruins of a once land of promise
An expanse that flowed with milk and honey
Now inundated by the blood of innocents
Sons and daughters of the same land
Much has gone wrong yet we wonder
If the darkest part of this night
Is truly the advent of dawn
We miss the sound of the morning bells
Which toll the new dawn,and hope
We miss times of safety
In what now, is the valley of the death.
The mere approach of twilight
Portends insecurity and danger.
We miss joyous days,funny days,
For all we now know is sadness and silence.
Though the regret,there is hope
Hope that our land would again
Flow with milk and honey;
The day we would wake to the sound
Of the bells again:
Hope that we would be safe and secure:
Hope for a return of joy and gaeity.
Tis our God-given and inalienable right
We hope, because we live amidst all these;
For where there is a will, there is life
He read, studied and mulled over his faith
He did His bidding, bowed his head in submission
But raising up his head, he saw an obscene picture
She was a breathing temptation,
He closed his eyes and prayed for strength
©️ Oluwaseun
