The Dream Of Hope
by Shehu Abubakar Niasse
...roads are dust we trudge with legs
...wines are water we drink to dregs
Knelt knees are for pride to beg
Dreams unhatched like a rotten egg
We cannot, cannot, see hope hover like kites
And If we do, we can't catch of high heights
Days are nights, lit by light.
Hopes are stones for teeth to bite.
Eyes thaw ice and form a lake.
Yet, I dream a new dawn break.