Rising at dawn
With holy eyes fastened forward,
What visions distill downward
From whence the compass points,
What inspirations urging onward
Descend as supplications ascend heavenward
At the repeated bending of the joints-
What warped rationale? ,
Or does heaven mutely take the blame
And cloak hate daggers again and again?
(Jos, Nigeria)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem