Hope for Sale
Waited
this long days for change
On
this personal Robben Island I lay
Waiting
for freedom from my weary thoughts
The
one which has wrapped me like a mummy
Waiting
to be scurried into the mouth of the pyramid
Wished
so long for the ray of the horizon
Something
new, even if it’s scotching dead
Wishing
to be seen to make a move
To
roll of over to the other side they say is green and plum
Wishful
thinking of a man with a pouch filled with air
Wonder
why for once earth can give and not take
It
blesses us with days and night to count our days
Wondering
if moments captured can be traded for more
This
side of the coin is oblivious of the world
Wonderfully
furnished are my thoughts about dusk
Will
I be able to hold on to my illusions?
The
fuel that moves my imaginations
Would
it be fair to sum it up and just equate all?
After
all, we will have visit Uncle Joe’s Hall down town
Wouldn’t
it make sense to put Hope on Auction?
-Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla
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