Hills And Dust Of Promises Poem by ABAYOMI OGUNNIYI

Hills And Dust Of Promises



I stand before you my fellow mountain
beneath the cloud;
speaking consciousness to the thick
sprout of the grasses in the wind
of deceit.

covering the shallow of thy ocean,
the deep waters of tears for the
clustered pieces of unknown blood.

the rain screaming for their reward
in the water of uncertainty,
our soil are stranded by seed of
doubt in the root of rusted values.

standing before you are the feet of
greed:
the desire for mischief,
the plant wither by the vane of
empty promises.



Our morning are scared of the
uncertainty of our night,
oh stones, how beautiful are
the gathering of the dead
across your cave.

empty fleet of crumbling promises
across the waves and fables of
the lips.
preaching to deceive the soul
to the weather and drive of
their greed.

the dream of the mountains to
move away the boundaries,
the valley to heal our drought
on the field and meadow of
wealth.


our moment of comfort,
looking to the miles ahead
to the narrow path of
sincerity.
our truth will heal our plant
and we will grow to live in
abundance of our land.

Saturday, April 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: power
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 18 April 2015

A wonderful poem, Abayomi. Thanks for sharing

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