Ant On The Hill Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

Even if it appears all Vague
Confusing with impossible pictures,

Even though it all becomes a sudden mirage
With many clichés of cumbersome interpretations

Even when it seems all over
Without a clue of how it all started

Even though I have to think
Ponder of you around roads of many conflict

Even if tears chooses to make your eyes a source
With ceaseless flow of unparrallel Rivers
Leaving you a shadow of nothing but yourself,
You will always be an ant on the hill
For on the hill I see you