I Chant For Change
I hear the roar of reason
from the depth of
destruction,
I see the sorrows of
seasons
exhuming from expanse of
extinction.
Is anyone in this frail field
who can hear the roar of
reason?
Or would the youths not
yield
to sieve the sorrows of
seasons?
I hear the cry of caution
from the seat of a saintly
soul,
I see the tears of tension
bursting from a bending
bole
Is anyone in this terrific
tower
who can hear the cry of
caution?
Or would they preen in the
pomp of power
to trade our terrain for the
tears of tension?
I hear the voice of
vengeance
from the den of the
downtroden,
I see the end of endurance
billowing to burry her
burden.
Is anyone awake this noble
night
who can hear the voice of
vengeance?
would they fight this fiery
fight
or risk seeing the end of
endurance?
I hear the wispers of
wisdom,
from the hieght of the
Holies,
I see the face of freedom
walking out of the world of
worries.
Is anyone in the camp of
cruelty
who can hear the wispers
of wisdom,
or would they wait for the
rod of reality
to forcefully usher in the
face of freedom?
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012
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