BLESSINGS OF TOMORROW
Sorcerers had predicted,
Foretellers had foreseen,
Visions are blurred,
The minute hope had been dashed.
The cobweb have entangled the future,
The blessing viewers are creeping,
Hun! The hopeless are stung:
The wretched are bitten.
The giant whales had risen
Swallowing the messiah:
Grey hairs had turned black
In the battle of hope.
Of the aged future,
When is it coming?
The future blessing,
When will it rain?
©Okewole Femi (Emeritus Femho)
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