Here they come
Theymindnot
About the writer: Babatunde kawthar is an engineering student of the University of Lagos who enjoys writing poetry among other things.
Blowing peppered breath
On our sore wounds
Spurring saliva
To water withered dreams
They come like saints
Albeit they are Judases
Speaking of redemption
Like he who was
Washed by blood
From the cross
I am afraid to hope
For their darkness can
Shadow tomorrow
The sacred calabash
Of our future
Its breaking
yettheymindnot
As gloom at noon
Becomes a norm
We must smile
Waiting for a tomorrow
We might never see
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