Beyond The Hills Poem by Eromo Egbejule

The stars lit the heavens
and the Earth radiated their glory.
Shadows of the dark hid in their folly,
mesmerised by the sparks of true success
as the stars shone faithfully to the sucked dry crust.

Though ephemeral, the stars did shine
while danger unmarked lurked in the unseen.
With no forethought of impending darkness
the stars passed clinging to life's lovely screen,
but now songs are sung for their demise.

Beyond the hills, lie those of inscrutable destinies
who possessed drives of heroic tempers, ruled,
strove, sought, found and yielded not to dizziness
of the mind. We now rove without the stars
in this vast hole, daily bombarded with sorrows.

Beyond the hills, the stars no longer shine
for gone is the light and closed is the door
thru which life unhindered came. Death in to dine
crept in and snatched before our eyes gone sour
with storms. Spatters of tears dance in our sullen eyes.
The curtains have fallen! Was the bright spark their swansong?

Beyond the hills, lie in rows, moulds of men the fold
regrets to commit to Mother Earth. Claimed are the finest
by the wind, collector of the best. Dinners for the cold
and clothes no more again to be worn all revolt for the feast
upon their owners, is no sacrifice to behold.

No longer in adorable abodes do they stay,
but in under-the-Earth-huts are they held;
roped in places where only the snuffed out fray.
Yes, in unfathomably cold places are the stars shed.

Our dreams are entangled in webs of mourning
but the deathly silence chokes the dead, not us.
The dividing line between the hills and the plains
now more visible than ever chases us by force
for beyond the hills, the stars have said goodbye.