by Lotanna Nwodo

Created on: November 20, 2009

Whirlwind

Gathering the debris off the whirlwind with my eyes,

Perhaps I shall see better with my eyes shut tight.

For the sights that I see are startling visions of crude wrecks

I shall sit back and dream up my world, myself.

I shall dream up a world on Utopia's chest

For reality offers no chance to repair

Back to the eden where conscience dwells.

Charge me not as a traitor, country mine

My leave is only but saintly and fair,

And I will awake when you are cleansed by time,

Unstained and unchanged

You to embrace.

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