Poetry

HOPE By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Our earth groans:

A dearth of seeds

Besieges her vaults.

 

Forests divorce

Their leaves:

No shades at all

For the jungle king.

 

And the trees,

Beheaded, shrivel

To the earth.

 

Rotten and rest,

Fallen trees;

At fall,

Your roots

will spring forth anew.

 

Sorrow not,

Afflicted king;

In time,

Fingers of joy

Will poke at you:

 

A miracle of rain

Will retouch the earth

And forests will

Regain the lost honor.

 

To the

Last laugher

Belongs the best laughter!

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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