I write to heavens for thy nation (ix)

I Write to Heavens for thy Nation (ix)

The Ones who Stayed  
when the Soil,  
hugged them with knives,  
I write of...

Dear Heavens,  
I write today,  
Of the ones whose heart  
Is a broken glass.  

Yet remained with hope  
that their broken hearts  
will be gathered And made one.  
with faith to hold So dear.  

I write Of the traders  
Who Opens her Shop  
before the Sun kisses the earth.  
believing the day will hug them with blessing.

I write Of the farmers  
who still Sow their Seed  
In Soil that Carries pain,  
And shared sorrow of his fruit.  

I write Of the teachers,  
who Continued to teach  
Even when Hope Never Came to Class.  

many has left the nation.  
many Still dream of leaving  
did You not See them?  

they have become the trees  
Who bend before Storms Arrive  
Yet refuse to break like river Sudan  

they Refused to Stop their Journey,  
despite the Injury they Carried on their body.
they remain: building, creating, Praying  
Believing that A day Will Come  
When Joy and peace will kiss their heart.

I do not write Of the Pain,
Dear heavens I write of the resilience  
the Stubborn faith that dwells with tyrants  
Always finding reasons to Smile when  
disappointment Fed them breakfast.  

Dear heaven,
do hear their inner voice,
For thy nation Still yearn for Your word.  

Funmilayo Bayo  
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