The Pilgrims' Cross Poem by Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi

Away with our sorrow
left to abide,
the pain tomorrow
never glide....

Our fate lies hollow
forever stricken,
Our faith but a shallow
bears a shaken....

We hoped on the rain
that broke our haven,
anticipation in strain
dead to awaken....

Our worries still linger
never to fade,
our minds to ponder
memories to bade....

Our plea for hope
bore tears we bled,
but off they slope
like a tree in its shed.