by Henry Emenike Anumudu
We are Children of Wretched Hope
Clutching to the godliness of vainly men
Wounded, betrayed by lovely mothers
Forgotten to ill shadows by gallant fathers
We’ve found famille amongst despair
Grown, fed, amongst strangers
Our haven; most violent to our senses
With gaze to the stars
at night we ask: is this fair?
Clemency of an unseen God, we feel, we see
…the charity of seen men; from us doth flee
With bulging pockets; piously they say…
For thee we pray+
Lo! In our breasts we know…
God is with us.
Though now in woe we wallow
We are happy as We are.
Henry Emenike Anumudu is a Nigerian writer – An avid literature enthusiast chasing after the wellspring of Eternal Truth