Humans, hear the silver stripes
roaming to and fro,
running round and loud,
touching earth’s barren lips!
Humans, hear our cry!
roaming to and fro,
running round and loud,
touching earth’s barren lips!
Humans, hear our cry!
We take earth walkers
indoors to stay by fire side
telling tales, dreaming dreams;
we are the harvest that fill their banks
indoors to stay by fire side
telling tales, dreaming dreams;
we are the harvest that fill their banks
We are sweet
and we are insipid,
we give taste to fading meadows
and we are the workaday cottage,
we are the vexing rain
and we are insipid,
we give taste to fading meadows
and we are the workaday cottage,
we are the vexing rain
Both the moon and the sun
join us to whip humans
and as we strike
we join them in tears;
we burst out
letting go our tears
join us to whip humans
and as we strike
we join them in tears;
we burst out
letting go our tears
We are countless tears
which rip the road apart;
our tears swallow the
properties of many
yet humans ignore our cries
which rip the road apart;
our tears swallow the
properties of many
yet humans ignore our cries
And what do humans do?
They strike us down with buckets
washing their dirt with our innocence
so that we cry the more
They strike us down with buckets
washing their dirt with our innocence
so that we cry the more
© Miracle Folorunso
[Edited by Chidinma Ahika]
About
the Writer
Miracle
Folorunso is a chip off the sun shining radiantly in the
morning of her time. She is an S. S. 1 scholar of Eagles Educational Centre, Uselu Benin City. "Vexing Sky" is her first published work and
she is saying a big thank you to her sister; Victoria, big brother, and
teachers Mr. Ahika and Mr. Ibe who helped her discover her talent
at the dawn of her years. At the present time, she is working on an anthology
that centres on the ecology that keeps us alive.