I Will Wait Poem by Tony Adah

I am not tired of waiting
In the gloom of how things are
The shrapnels of bombs
And the gory sight of death,
The gluing of stomach to spines
In the famine that bloom.

I won't be tired of waiting
The glorious days are lining the horizon,
And the shrivelling lilies
Are opening the ground
I will wait for this day
To come and shower us with blessings
For our toils,
I will wait for the old days
Of torture and tyranny to pass away
And the days of happiness
Jamming from the east.