Bright Hope
That morning sunshine
Rays protruding a smoky hut
Several lines align
Each lay apart
Living in a dark room
Waiting the morning light
Hope held deep
Eyes and legs alert
Sometimes a dull day
No light in dark room
My plans astray
My face in groom
Holding a thick stick
A step from my dark room
Walking on a slippery ground
I hate that dream
Francis Omariba
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