Alade Abayomi Idris

Veteran Poet - 1,416 Points (November 25,1989 / Lagos, Nigeria.)

That Inferiority May Thrive Not - Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

I am the young yellow sun That swept away the gloom For dreams to be birthed, hope to soar. I am the mammoth moon That sat in the corner of the sky Wrested with forces killing our lights. I am the Olumo rock On the back of my height that kissed the sky I planted you to see the distant future. I am the towering Iroko tree That provided shelter for motherless eaglets To keep them in the high, the place of their ancestor. I am the sweet smelling flower Along the busy footpath Tickling the butterflies. You heard my rumbling sound when I fought the oppressive rain My zigzag lights tore its black blanketed raiment to give hope of lights to come I showed you many colours to mark my victory. With my golden hands Your sky I gold painted That inferiority may thrive not in our midst.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is dedicated to the individuals and organizations that championed hope, survival and freedom of the minors.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 4, 2015


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