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Thursday, May 2, 2013

When we awake

Through the coast they came
Across the Atlantic they sailed
With them was God, their book
yet our wealth enticed more

Could this be hope?
Sleep then we did, and dream
but theirs we tend to live
And thus they began – our woes
In bondage from then we lived

When they did go
Much less ready were we
We had our dream still
Out-shone by someone else’s,
the heroes’ motives upheld

But almost at hundred
In dreamland we still dwell
Aren’t we being real, to heed?
Reality calls, “wake up!”
“And you can live your dream”

By Oforma Augustine 

When we awake

Through the coast they came
Across the Atlantic they sailed
With them was God, their book
yet our wealth enticed more

Could this be hope?
Sleep then we did, and dream
but theirs we tend to live
And thus they began – our woes
In bondage from then we lived

When they did go
Much less ready were we
We had our dream still
Out-shone by someone else’s,
the heroes’ motives upheld

But almost at hundred
In dreamland we still dwell
Aren’t we being real, to heed?
Reality calls, “wake up!”
“And you can live your dream”