The Super Eagles headed
for the forest again
to hunt for
what eluded them
for ages-
the AFCON glory.
The first river to cross
menaced their journey,
but they perspired to prevail.
The last river to cross
battled fiercely
like a cobra in danger
to deny them passage
to their destination.
For a while,
the prophecy of sceptics
verged on blossoming
at the expense of Eagles' journey,
but god of fortune intervened,
helping them
to tame the river.
...And they crossed over
to capture AFCON glory.
God of fortune . I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, i enjoyed the read