Surrender Poisons of Blindness

One day I will make Syria my home And one day my cup of tears will be gone. When bullets have lost wings of flight And bombs lost zips to unzip, Then I’ll speak freely To hopes and failures- Promising them a future When justice will reign And young speeches become bold. One day I will make Nigeria my home, And one day my thumb prints will speak. When my hand writes freely And my pen free to dance, Then I’ll run home And commit my days to change, Kneel to her feet and Obey her sister-‘RIGHTS’. When my breathe pours out Without my notice And my heart beats Without drum sounds, Then my shadow Will be seen in the open And my voice will be The picture of what Ears want to love and My pen the dancer of words They’ll all love to watch perform. One day I will make Somalia my home, And one day ‘medium of exchange’ will be my train. When black-faced flies surrender poisons of blindness And masculine mosquitoes close down the courts of death, Then you’ll find thousands Of my feet on sand And millions of speeches On which the future germinates. One day when Africa matures, She will be the home of the world Where people learn to love And study how to care for the born and unborn.