Words Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Here we are
Nameless, Faceless
Hidden,
Like stars of the noonday sky

We are Messengers with a message
Running,
Coming,
But at every turn of the road
We found war and hate and borders

We are performers on a big stage
We have a voice
We have a message
But when we speak, they kill our words
Bury every line beyond the reach of our feeble hands

But the world will change one day
One day, We shall grow tall and strong
Buried words will take roots
Rising with celestial majesty
Out of the fertile dirt of faith

When it happens, it'll be our unveiling
'cause every broken word is a prophecy,
A fragment of who we really are.