Your skin like a dawn
Mine like the musk
One points the beginning of a certain end
The other, the end of a sure beginning
Still morning, troubled night
scattered on the alter, the bleeding tight
Strange sacrifices, depicting human fight
A station for the running splash
Tintated like an ancient fight
Nations forgone, freedom unborn
Colonialism today, men ult ration succumb
Gotten freedom like an unripe pawpaw
Why not staying and gloom for the sacrifice?
Why does the river stopped the springs
Crying within, wailing without
Fear of unknown, gloaming death untold
We have come to the cross road
We either succumb or fight the tomb
Decision must be made, or
Better still the nation for the maze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Fajemidagba Ayodele Matthew. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.