From the horizon
Harkened as the people beckon
The sun of change.
From the horizon
Its ray could be felt
As the people hope it would melt
Sediments of rubbish formed under the umbrella.
In high spirit
Toddlers dart, children run down the street
The youths sing of hope and life.
In rare spirit
Aged swayed frail bones in jocund
In reverence of the sun
They hope would dry tears
Of dead military sons in the militia;
Of penury white collars children.
Change we want
With broom to sweep corruption clean
And sun to mop up our gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let the new dispensation usher into a new dawn of change for which the people joined hands and dreamed together. Thanks, Alade.