The Wild Ones Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

He's just a boy, dear to his mother
Smallest in the group
Full of wild adventures
Left home alone to hunt at sun set
Failed to catch the setting sun
Scared,
Lost, couldn't make it home
.
Far in the tablelands of the wild
Distant from the place called home
Climbing destiny's steep slopes
Searching for a way home
But there's none for a wild child
.
Along unknown paths
Darkness wears a thicker coat
And there's a boy... No more scared
Sitting on what appears to be a cloud
Stretching, trying to pluck down stars
Hoping to build a Star-village, where no eye has ever set foot
He will be alright
He will live there
And wait for the rest
The wild ones who travel in the direction of their fears