Ashes mold faces, dressed in rugged glories…
Men hurry into doom in lorry of misplaced hope
And they fall into caskets of bitter worries
As the world hisses away with sweet-bitter memories!
Who can tell what tomorrow hold’s?
Who can tell the sun to stop shinning?
And force the moon to ignore its duty?
Our fate depends on our faith!
Written by: Moses Opara
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson