Chigbo Solomon Peter Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Orison

Hearken oh mother of light
Listen to the crys of thy children
Who cry to you for inkspiration
Hear us we humbly pray

Listen dear mother of light
She who illuminates the sun
Our flesh is from your soil, your sons
Do we even know our rights? 

Mother of light, help me to write
Let my muse be free like a mouse
That I pen down my verse like pearls
So I can live while am gone

Mother of light, guide our leaders aright
Let our lands flow like rivers 
 That we might have an abundance of harvest
Not of blood or youths taken in thier prime

Hearken oh mother of light
The supplications of thy children
Who needs to be inkspired
To write a nation anew.

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Beata Agustin November 29, 2024 at 11:08 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.