Under the cloudy weather,
When the sun has trekked to the west,
The moon and stars are afraid to shine
And thunder quakes along,
Lightening up the dark with fear.
Clapping heavy upon our heart-roofs,
Shaded by the trees waving in shadowy masks,
The storm sighs in burden;
Our pregnant eyes sag in tears of grief,
Like fading frames around our soul.
Expecting a new dawn of hope.
We look to you…
For the world
Has failed our trust!
meet the poet: Moses Opara
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