The Far Away Call Poem by John Ugolo Umah

How can it be?
When the moon is gone
when the sun
is refusing to smile on us

even when we walked
in broad day light
we still seek to see
in this looming dark

don't I need a hand
that I can hold
when the call comes
from a far away land

of habitual life to live
without whom to feel
together with in this island
then, the far away call

should there be a response
should there be we to answer
should there be someone to say
yes to this call from a far away land

in this dew hour looking towards dawn
a call have we rejected
answering to another
lasting not for aeon time

in a dilemma to let go you
and respond to you
when we all have to hear and respond
to the far away call...