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.)
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