Treasure Island

Martin Ayanbare Ayankola

(28/10/68 / SAKI, OYO STATE, NIGERIA)

Hope in despair


I hope one day my voice will be heard
Far above this cloud of pain and anguish
I hope one day this song will touch hearts
And these shackles will be broken forever

I hope one day the ballot will count
And conscience will not be sold for a kobo
I hope one day this silence will be broken
And children of darkness will be put to shame

I hope one day bridges will be built across broken hearts
And soothing balm will be poured on these gaping wounds
I hope one day the underprivileged will be rescued
From the valley of despair
I hope one day this vicious cycle
Of shackles and pains
Will be broken by the gentle breeze of freedom

Submitted: Thursday, December 20, 2012

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