The Red Hill Poem by Tony Adah

Down the lonely road
There's an earth hill red
Like the blood it took to polish itself
It is ridden with rills and gullies eaten by flood
Where pedestrian pant to climb
And automobiles babble, grunt and growl
Uphill in vain and gliding back
To be buried in the ravine foot of the hill

The village folks have tried
With hoes and spades to fill the gullies
But rains will gormandize the filling
The eyes of government
Are blind to this side
And the villagers are helpless
Mourning every day
When a pedestrian slips and fall and rolls to the ravine
Or a biker misses his track
An automobile rolls back the hill
And the whole occupants are gone.

A certain blind man grope
Through this hill falling and rising
And prayed that all the roads
In the world be constructed
So that government attention
Can be drawn to this hill.