Wanderer At The Hills Of Freedom Poem by ABAYOMI OGUNNIYI

Journey beneath the sphere of
the universe,
Walking solitude of the just
at the magnitude of the sun
for the rain of comfort.

Moving wave of the mind
clustered to the drought
and dust of attention.

Moist for crumbs at the
running lips of thorns
to feed,
killing veins to sin at
the cave of deceit.

sweats and slavery of
souls,
building empire of
deceit by the whip of
cruelty and hardship.

roaring blod of the
captives,
survival at the bounds
of their feet,
silent art of misery
painting the dreams of
hope for the reality of
hardship.

Diverse breed separated
at the borders of unity,
fighting borders across
the mountain at the
justification of morality
for hatred.

Silence, the voice of the
dead over the mountains,
the tears of the birds for
the rust of the dead across
the valley.

Miles are the crying cage,
seeking the tongue to set
the path free from the
beams of ignorance.

Songs in the cast of time,
the story of knowledge at
the appraisal of the truth.

redeeming our present from
the woes of the past.