Change! Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

From the horizon
Harkened as the people beckon
The sun of change.

From the horizon
Its ray could be felt
As the people hope it would melt
Sediments of rubbish formed under the umbrella.

In high spirit
Toddlers dart, children run down the street
The youths sing of hope and life.

In rare spirit
Aged swayed frail bones in jocund
In reverence of the sun
They hope would dry tears
Of dead military sons in the militia;
Of penury white collars children.

Change we want
With broom to sweep corruption clean
And sun to mop up our gloom.