I Sing of Change | A Poem by Niyi Osundare

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Sing on: Somewhere, at some new moon,
We’ll learn that sleeping is not death,
Hearing the whole earth change its tune.

— W. B. Yeats

I sing
of the beauty of Athens
without slaves

of a world free
of kings and queen
and other remnants
of an arbitrary past

Of earth
with no
sharp north
or deep south
without blind curtains
or iron walls

of the end
of warlords and armories
and prisons of hate and fear

Of deserts-treeing
and fruiting
after the quickening rains
Of the sun
radiating ignorance
and starts informing
nights of unknowing

I sing of a world reshaped

— Niyi Osundare

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