NEW BIRTH

The dawn of change is taking a drink with me.

Tendrils of passion bud within this sepulcher

Where we had our first spark

It’s like fire.

It’s light and salt.

Fiery, my generation stands on the verge of injustice and demand a newness.

They’re writing their requests on the sheets of their voice.

Liquid fire and songs penetrate the atmosphere of their demands.

Anger flows on the mount of passion.

Like Zeus’ arrows we are driven to carry out an objective. With precision.

Mighty men of valor tired of sheathing our voices at the sight of arms

That silenced our fathers in the dawn of their adolescence

And violence that tistled our crops and fields

has grown fruit in the silence of our father’s tears

The protests of puppies are emissaries to validate this cause

For the milk of the poppy has seized to work

Like light in plain fields, we play in the dusk of our pain

Butterflies in trapped glasses, our songs quenched.

But no more.

In this land, showers of hope run untethered in the loins of the young

We shall take it!

We shall free our motherland!

ABOUT SEDO

Sedo Elijah Ebinne

Sedo is a writer and poet. He’s the principal writer of the SEDO WRITES section in this blog. A romantic, he attempts to fuse his passion for aesthetics and culture with varying themes he considers to be much more important. He lives in Enugu State, Nigeria with his four dogs. You can reach him on twitter @lettersfromsedo and on his website sedoebinne.substack.com.

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I'm Dav-Oz, and  I'm the Chief Editor of The Dav-Oz Blog, a graphic designer and upcoming fashion designer.

I'm just your regular young Nigerian lad with dreams and hope for a better future.

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