Alade Abayomi Idris
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.
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