On The Gallows Of Restitution Poem by Augustine Ogechukwu Nwulia

To the bones that births wisdom
And swallows life,
Like sniffing grapes gasping for freshness;
That the nation may one day
Walk on the streets of renaissance.

At the mills;
Tales of recollected wools ready to heal,
The over three-hundred and seventy
Pieces of broken fabrics
Into an assembly of fitted rhymes.

When the clouds are consumed by heavy grief
They drop their tears on us
So that sands can travel wider than their range
To earth a new evolution with fate
Cos moments are mightier than cold modesty.


© A. O. Nwulia Literary Diary 2017