The Rain Touches Not Our Earth Poem by Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan

The rain found crying in the sky
Sadly, not even a drop touched the Earth.
Everywhere was wet but our roofs were dry
With absent of rain, how can our land give birth?

Sadly, not even a drop touched the Earth,
Our life was hard like that of a mountain,
With absent of rain, how can our land give birth?
We are now a desert, not a pretty fountain.

Our life was hard like that of a mountain,
Nothing to eat, no one came to help.
We are now a desert, not a pretty fountain,
And like a hopeless dog, we help.

Nothing to eat, no one came to help,
One by one we are saying, goodbye,
And like a hopeless dog, we yelp.
The rain found crying in the sky.

Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
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