Trail is missing, doubt is heightened

Perforated thought intertwining cobwebs of hope

Sightless sight enveloped coloured shade of radiant rainbow

Fields are green, but fruits marry thorns in juvenile jungle

Voice would be enough to call the sparrow remains a cloud.

Blunt edges of the cross are sharpened on a crying cliff

Tears drenched the clamour of weightless purchasing power

We want to be the friend of light, but it’s an abyss in embryo

We belched in monumental comfort regardless of looming waterloo

Our groundnuts are harvested on a tree and oranges from the ground.


Let the passing shadows cleanse the surface of the rising moon

And let sojourners in the dungeon lean on freedom of sword

We can match across the bridge of morrow with dauntless empathy

Let the west wind resurrect soiled flag of great voiceless strength

And let night closed its windows for morning to open the blazing door.


Our racing horses are at the Aijalon valley dancing to echoes of waves

Our black shield is being entangled by arrows from unimaginable angles

Our eagle of broken wings walked along the trail of featherless chicks

Our Costusspectabilis withered among the threatening of many weeds

Our shining white wavy pall metamorphosed to battle fields of gory scenes.



Tongue attacked tongues for tongue to crown the possible tongues

Personified fire damaged the map of consensus on influential estates

Appurtenances of larger firmament torn the map with excuses of discretion

Eyes of the owl failed to capture the irregularities in gorgeous dress

When will this farm ripe enough to go to market with mates in equivalent heptagon?


Lunar eclipse struggles with the earth’s shadow and moon goes beyond horizon

Let the legion of pretty shooting stars unanimously rent the veil of darkness

The dirty gold in the tomb of night passes through the refreshing furnace

And illumination will open the book of remembrance to the forgotten souls

There would be resurrection of the dead glory and execution of forlorn hopes.

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.