Dancing with glee…

Twirling with the wind

In ecstatic gyration

Clasping hope in the horizon

With the pulsating passion

Of a matador

In clumps of levitation

A moon dance –

Ignited by the radiance of an anticipated lustre

Birthed in the recesses of the soul

Join the fray of a never ending thrill

As we stroll through the stars

And go beyond the bliss of mars

For the earth scorched with hate and heat

Emits pain and poverty

Of endless spill

Let the march begin…

As we mould mounds of flaky shacks

In new climes and novel heights!

Onuchi Onoruoiza © 2010