True Brothers and Blood: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

True brothers and blood,
Dear compatriots and custodian of peace,
Let our voices resound through
The turbulent wind of time;
Let our feet stand firm
Upon this eternal sand
While we watch the sun rise
Through the thicket of clouds
And drown in his cellar
As night hurries westward.

Let us then watch
The maiden moon,
With her smile,
Insufficient
To quell the sadness
Of the night.