Darkness looms
The city of oil
Giant of Africa
Lurking in the shadows
It is a city of black nights
When shall the third eye
See the craft man's light?
Empty promises swims in the basket
The green, white, green
Drumming the Golden Age
With charcoal and candle
So I humbly ask
When shall the third eye
See the craft man's light.
An excellent write...10 You are invited to read my verses and write few words on the same...
Thanks Dipankar for your encouraging comments. I appreciate
Thanks Okechukwu for your passionate comment on this poem.
Superb! A humble question indeed... Preach! Let the politicians read it; leadership is a selfless position
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I would like to translate this poem
The poet wonders when power will be uninterrupted- When shall the third eye see the craft mans light?