Trident of Hope

Begotten three scores a some
From dawn
To Dusk
My hope dwells in ignorance

The fated blow of life
Leaves a mean buffalo stranded
Begotten not made man
Fate knows no slave

Begotten not made sick
Form of corruption
Dwells. In dikes like a mad bull elephant
We hope some day, just some day

And just some day we pray
The Sun raises his fingers upon us
So that plants may speak of glorification
And hopes at three scores

Three suns will shine
Of the blew print in the sky
Of the unseen in our hearts
And of the mirror in its reflection we know in the darkness her light will shine.

    Caesar Obong 2016

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