The Torch Of The World. Poem by Tony Adah

The world that holds us turns and turn
Like the chameleon
But we never live up to its caprices
It holds its moving torch from dawn to dusk
And allow a veil of darkness to fall
Upon its warty back.

This is when we grope and grope
Looking for what to hold and get our way
People don't just grope
They want to really see and find their way
This is why the city is aglow with halogen and neon
And the country flickers with kindlings or candles.
Or the moon decides to steal from
The torch of the earth and give a sheen
That shines with frailty at night
And makes us sit under the quiet trees
Listening to the lore of our grandmothers
Before sleep does us a trick
And we die to rise again!