Treasure Island

Chidi Okoye

Dawn of tomorrow

We have tilled grounds of thorns and thistles
Weeded weeds of solitudes and sorrows
to enrich our land with peace and pleasure
We have stumbled on paths of pains,
climbed mountains of death to stay
alive in troubled world of hate
We have managed to stay strong in a deep sea of racism.

The long awaited moment has come.
The dreamed and desired sun in heart of winter.
Priceless moment of life, the melting point of
troubled times, dawn of a new day
Time to wine and dine, sing and clap,
Lift our hands and legs, shake and shine.
Move our graceful bodies in praise of our maker.
It is the dawn of a new day.

It is a new time to put on a strong shield of
endless smiles to reinforce our weak strings of life.
It is a season of care and love.
Dawn of tomorrow

Submitted: Saturday, May 03, 2014

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