Poetry

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By

Oluwa Seun Tiwistar

In This War

The end is here, we can see it with our skin,

But, our oneness still can, this con-tenth-tion win.

We’ve danced to songs sang with smile,

Its lyrics of promises sweetened our bile.

So, our hope rose like the tsunami

Oh, we saw words, mould us into an army

Years of pro-misses on all sector

Holds our progress like an anchor,

Clothing our strength with doubts

Enough to shut cherubims’ shouts.

But, do not drop the hands you hold

I won’t drop mine, though I’m dry or cold.

We will let patience rule us in endurance

And for our reward, faith will be it’s entrance

The end is here, we can see it with our skin,

But, our oneness still can, this con-tenth-tion win.

Shine Hope, Shine

This risen sun shall sing songs of hope

To penetrate the deafened ears

Hung on the weary head of our society!

Shine,

Illuminate the darkness that hides our beauty;

The plain veil of deception clothing our worth

Shine,

Let your heat burn all negated imaginations

Sketched on the sheets of beholders’ thought

Shine,

Hold our hands, let us journey with you

Above the dust that rose from our thumping fall;

Shine upon our hearts,

Shine, upon our world;

Let our smoke rise higher than our burnt tree.

Oluwa Seun Tiwistar

My name is Oluwa Seun Tiwistar. I live and write from the city of Ibadan, Nigeria. I studied Chemistry. My writings are motivated by my will to see all things set right.