L'espérance Poem by Anthony Ulochukwu Mbachu

There have been nights when we've cried
When depression pressed incessantly,
when minutes and seconds tick slower like hours and days.

We recline to bottles and music for relieve,
but problems and bills never mind waiting for the daybreak,
while worries and arrows rise again to perpetuate.

'I should ask for help' the biggest option.
But who isn't stuck, with insusceptible excuse
awaiting for who runs scape-grace.

Its personal now!
You should let the thinking brain think
and get the unfeeble hands to work.
Its time to hope less and face the rigors of the mundane.

Sure, its life,
we are acquainted with anger and fears,
stormed by hatred and tribal wars.
We live where our breeze blows in hurricane form,
And it makes us who we are.


Because its life,
we will survive stampedes and smile at our slanders
Its never over if we haven't succeed,
victory is our thing and it will always meet us in good shape.

We are graced and manifesting...