Rough Road Poem by Olaniyi Ololade Moses

We sing a hymn of hope
While we tramp on the rough road.
We embrace serpents and scorpions,
Fondling us in maniacal glee.

We're matching to the golden palace.
Rivers of tears flow...eyes shiver.
Our skins embrace harsh breeze,
Millions fell...their elegy was sang.

The west wind wink war,
Tormenting tornado of dread,
Storming valiant like the savage storm,
Movement ceased while some flee.

Fright from far chirpping birds,
Loquacious parrot meddling,
Owl eyes is a dungeon of fear,
All on the rough road to the throne.

Scars adorn our smooth skins,
Threat from unseen phanton,
We moan and wail in grief,
All on the rough road to the peak.

Now, let's blow the trumpet,
Let's be as happy as larks,
We won the invisible battle,
Fought on the rough road to the throne.