Faces Of The Fortitudes Poem by Aminat Opatola

Their courageous faces sways in the winding way,
above their heads the hot sun pierce,
through hardship and sweats, their hungry stomach groans,
oh! look thousand eye steers in plights,
night candles burns and dithery day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain,
misery roams in all coners of lands with metal hands,
while leaders stays silent in gergeous seats,
caous, distress, savages hurls round to rule the country they claim..
oh souls are buried with clays,
eyes sways, tongue wails,
the crippled crawls to survive in extreme among colored clouds,
sorrow stays toneless,
grief that do speaks whispers through over fraught hearts,

adversity are calmly beared through ponderous world,
sufferness is seen spread about like the desert sands,
their illfated world is like an echo of the spheres,
their breaths are filled with melted airs,
hearts are miserable, faces are tattered,
eyes cries to be saved,
legs sprints all to no escape,
unceasing hands works round seasons of unchanging years,
faces are tired,
their sounds are bitter,
their complaints murmurs in innumerable bees..
they see no saviour,
the leaders are doom,
the woods and lawns are empty,
the ocean steers,

oh faces of the fortitudes,
they do not want death,
with strenghth they are seen fighting to stand on a solid ground with speaking tears and aspiration,
through ordains packed with loads of fears and sorrows.