Keep awakening my jaundiced eyes
Whispering into them, the realities I never knew
Thoughts! Be my castle
As I take a bow into it
With glittering smiles and wishes
Yet, the beginning of my Manhood
O! Thoughts of many colors
Paint me into a favorable favor…
For every night is a revelation of deceit
So tragic is our Earth’s menu,
Unbleeded wounds and uncried Deaths
Yet, many teary eyes stare up to Heaven
Our fears legalize our silence
In times of tyranny, O Thoughts!
Be the architect of my unbowed head
Even when it is furiously bleeding
Thoughts! I pray you,
Be my anchor at my fall
Lead me up, let me drive and soar!
For the world is a lament of victims…
Written by: Nonso Franklyn Anyanwu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.