Like rain
They fall endlessly.
Like flood
They flow without end.
The babies cry
And we mourn instead of laughter.
The couples marry
And we fear for their future.
Ancient bonds shatter–
Ancient beliefs wane
Alongside our aged love
For freedom and beauty.
We cry O! How we cry,
We wail O! How we wail,
We mourn O! How we mourn
But the loss never stops.
Who will save us from ourselves?
And redeem us from our guilt?
Who will turn our darkness to light?
And dry our million tears?
©Okunola Peace.
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