PETALS IN THE MORNING SUN (by EOPP 2014 1st Prize Winner Darlington Ekene Ogugua)
I Much have we traversed this bleak terrain,
With jaded winds bathing our eyelids
And sand grains from once-lush fields
Lodging within the caves of our hearts; Hearts, dense with crimson tears
Shed by eyes scarred by inequity;
Hearts, scorched by black lies
Told by tongues of today's truants. Lit