By Chidi Anthony Opara
I broke my silence again.
I asked the sun
Whose rays refused to rise;
Sun,
Would you shine again?
In the middle
Of fierce fighting by jihadists
And the flight from fronts
Of warriors without weapons,
In the middle of flight of funds
From this land to foreign lands,
In the middle of brain drain
And the drain of blood by diseases,
In the middle of darkness
Ebola emerged.
Sun,
I asked again;
Would you shine again?
Would you shine again on this land
Sun?
This land
Once full of shine,
Now griped by gloom.
This land
Whose dwellers dwelled in surplus
And supplicated
To their gods with surplus sacrifices.
Sun,
Would you throw your rays
On this land again?
(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved.)
--
You received this message because you are subscribed to the "USA-Africa Dialogue Series" moderated by Toyin Falola, University of Texas at Austin.
For current archives, visit http://groups.google.com/group/USAAfricaDialogue
For previous archives, visit http://www.utexas.edu/conferences/africa/ads/index.html
To post to this group, send an email to USAAfricaDialogue@googlegroups.com
To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to USAAfricaDialogue-
unsubscribe@googlegroups.com
---
You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "USA Africa Dialogue Series" group.
To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to usaafricadialogue+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com.
For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
No comments:
Post a Comment