Searching Poem by Tony Adah

When we first came
He was the one we found
In the land
He had all acres to grow
Like mushrooms
His clouds festered in the hills
And his surfs frothed
In the rivers
His wind whispered inthe air
And his green lushed
In the land.
Hope whose songs we sang
For the unborn heroes
We held him
On our head without a pad
He crashed and scattered
Like an earthenware from
A maiden's head
We've been engrossed
Fixing the bits and pieces
Without luck to find
The potter or the wheel.

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