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AS WE WAKE
As we wake we remember
we are in an open shore,
and the road is a hook.
We wake to sweep our memories
with fallen tone of our anthem
as mothers enroll in the stanza of elegy
and children join the campus of the displaced.
As day breaks like a chick from the shell,
we find cobwebs on the corridors of our heart.
and dunks sprawled the veranda of power.
Dawn is the kola nut on the divination tray,
dawn is a dice on the palm of fate.
As we wake, we merge prayers
to see the set of the sun.
As we wake in this country
everybody wait to see a blast and
mothers wrapping there husbands in torrent of tears,
and children tasting blood of there mother.
We wait hoping for a dawn
to open a new page that will wave smiles
on these streets and all tears shall went dry
like a river in the dry season.
Poet: Deji Adeoti