OUR DAYS ARE CHASING DAYS
Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Let this night not fight
The light of tomorrow like a knight,
Even if the sons of darkness becomes darker,
It can never tell the sons of light to stand
Even in a police station.
Come ye all sages of the night,
Let’s join our quills and push out ink
To scribble on these
dabbled marbles of change
So our unborn children
Won’t suffer what we’re suffering.
Let us lead the cat out of the bag,
And our skins vomit spittles of vengeance
So those on the mountains
Will know we are alive
When ever our sweats penetrate.
Even if our days are chasing days,
Our lands are getting timid,
Our eyes are saluting darkness,
Our veins are begetting blood,
Let’s show them we are not wussies to be fussed.
© Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
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