SOUR DAWN

Sour Dawn

While in the nursery 

We heard the echo of 'brighter days' from older kins

It fell on the receptacle of my ears like the morning dew

It was to my tender mind a dope honey

We believed their incantations because they talked from the tower or age

We tried to peep to see Brighter days through our dream window

We saw a blissful haven and said 

Life's good.

Now in the plantation of real humans 

Hustling and bustling

Now in the mirage of my dreams

We said 'reality is the biggest sly'

Waddling in muddy waters

With stiffer paces

We comfort ourselves with retrospects of nursery days

And praise our 'salad days' in tales 

To our suckers.

I wish to take a voyage

With a reverse gear

I wish to go back to the nursery

I wish history is replayed

I wish reality  becames our dreams.

©Daramola Eben