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