Towards Sunshine Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

The earth spins irregularly round an indifferent sun
Bearing all of us, with it
We live in this transient camp
With many precarious fates
Of changing climates and dying environments
Today is blurred, the storms are heavy
Yet flowers blossom,
the wind is fresh, and we breath easy
But it wasn't us
Painfully true, it wasn't us
Who fly across the world in fancy planes
It wasn't us
Who wear purple robes adorned with laurels
I don't think we are sleeping
I don't think we can't see the bright beauty of these vain truths
But the present is far from sweet-drips
And the poor child bathes his tongue in no honey
There is Just life,
Just dreams and more hardwork to do

Today is bright, no complaints
But we hope for a brighter dawn
When we no more stand on curious toes, stretching emaciated necks trying to peep into the future
Slowly,
When we come to it, to the bright dawn of jubilation
You could easily tell
What spun us towards sunshine
Yes, towards sunshine.