A nation on the wings of poetry
Here we all are; standing and looking to the hills for something,
Although we know not what comes and from where it will get here,
We stand and go nowhere ,
With our arms akimbo, and our hearts in fear,
Hoping for what’s a coming to save us and deliver us from dread.
We look up and stretch our hands as we wait for the fall of our daily bread;
As we wait for a song we’ve never heard;
With our ears to the ground and our eyes up ahead.
The virtue of patience becomes a safety net
And a resilient mind becomes the prize instead.
Our eyes search north and south and round and round
For the gloomy and ominous sky to present the best of itself,
But all we seemed to find is skeletons in closets and bones in shelves.
With our sight still afront on the zenith of the hill;
The sultry sun obscures our view and obstructs the way we feel.
But now it shines it’s light upon something in the sky too far to see,
Which, now descending we see a plane or a kite.
Oh, it’s an eagle
With its wings clapping a brilliant beat
And the luster of its radiant skin introducing a variant feel
To all of us at the foot of the hill.
As the sunlight peeps again from behind a foamy cloud,
We see hope, bright and anew, and at last
We bask in it and hear the beautiful song;
Just as beautiful as the scenery that we see;
Just as beautiful as you and me.
And as the eagle soars and glides,
We change course to take a look at it as it lands on the branch of a tree.
We all run to it before the count of three and hope it’s not momentary,
At last, Something has come to save us from the hands and ruin of cruelty,
The sweet and harmonious tune that we hear and see
Alas, the eagle, the hero of this poem, A nation is on the wings of poetry.
Timi Anifowose
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