My cities must no longer be rapined desert: A poem 

I thought I’d wake up one morning 

and see all the clouds dissipate 

the dew turning to nourishing ambrosia 

the juices of laughter I deserve 

How childhood dissipated without warning?! 

Like a circle drawn about so unawares 

by the earth around the sun 

But nothing tangible seemed to happen 

in this seemingly motionless destined course 

I recollect all the building Legos of injustice 

on the floorscape of my wounded soul 

but I seldom cried that wisdom 

could not take treachery by its horns 

Was it a mockery, like a waste of time? 

The waiting was not prey to snare 

Though my soul felt hopeless, but did not tear! 

You think I climbed these tortuous mountains, 

only to be nearer to the stars? 

Think again! I never did wish at wishing wells 

I didn’t beseech at the peal of Church bells 

Now, the winds must speed across the earth 

and not, anymore, leave my cities as desert 

Does time endeavour to take the weapons 

of those repeated compulsive criminals 

and snap their hands with handcuffs?