Our Dreams

The cry of a new born baby reminds me of

the joy of motherhood and the pride of fatherhood,

We all have dreams, dreams of reaching the peak of our mountains

like the man who conquered Mount Everest;

Dreams of dancing on the moon with the astronauts and counting the stars in its galaxy,

But I woke up this beautiful and predictable Monday morning

realizing that the future of this once great nation

looks like a mirage in a desert with no oasis

to quench the taste of the crying and dying masses.



4 thoughts on “Our Dreams” by TEK Omogbai (@CEOTEK07)

  1. realizing that the future of this once great nation

    looks like a mirage in a desert with no oasis

    i like this more…. nice poem

  2. Nice one. A strong message that should bring change.

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