Rain Poem by Yakubu Mohammed

Rain, O Rain;
When will you call,
When will you bring forth your comfort,
Your rhythmic music that soothes
The knaves and extinguishes fire?

Death knocks at our doors.
Day in, day out, darkness rules.
The land polluted and
Hope seems ramshackled.

O Rain, come and save us from this rancour.
As you ease crops from the heat of the sun,
Shower upon us a benediction of joy
And save us from this unfathomable plight.

While children yearn and complain,
Bread-winners frown.
All but few feed from hand to mouth,
Few but all are living carcasses.

Artists, I pay homage.
Scientists, accept my ignorance.
Arbitrators, eyes flow like waterfall.
Politicians, what next?