The Deserted Hope Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Crawling cry,
here and there like the east wind.
Revealing the untold tale of the coming king.
All our ears it bells in the days of exile thine saviour
comes.
At liberation his birth yet to come forth.
That all go gray and Wayne to await his coming
from the palace.
How will his reign be while the nation has become
bone?
You're the most favourable among women.
Then my spirit sink in fear,
That all ears that hear this will rejoice with me.
Hear the voice that cry in the wilderness make his
path straight.
Wow! Here comes the king.
Anxiety blessed our hearts in his saying,
The one that cometh after me his lace I dare unfold.
The untold tale is reveal,
His stars we see from the east that we have come
to worship him.
My ear is deaf with motherly wailing.
Has our saviour come or villain?
With you our great leaders rejoice in the grave at
birth.
Hope his glory is unknown, our merry would have
been for ages.
Ifayemi, the unknown prophet your days are gone.
Never you to release us to the herod of our lives.
lest we be Abel upon your head.