Hope Poem by Ibukun Babarinde

HOPE

The darkly lined skies
Of the earth beneath these fusses
Will in a pure temperament merry
Merry, within a firmament
Permanently devoid of these flaring gasses

With a dawning mode, evolving
A precinct for blissful reunification, across
The last blocks of partitioning and chromaesthesia

In a primeval drive
The amazon takes the recovery of the green
The salt-lines recede and the pestilence-harvest ceases
In a singular groove
The world comes in a coat of many colors.