May 2020 be our
Year of Perfect Vision
When we see through the clouds
That clear Sky beyond our gaze
May its moons master
Our miseries and woes
Our nights of wakeful dreams
Broken oaths and colourless blood
May its dragon
Slay our sleaze and sloth
Our bilious billionairing
And cannibal cupidities
May the river run
Without stubbing a toe
Even as the road rises
To meet our feet
So many scars from yester-
Years’ un-banded wounds
So many aches and doubts
We bleed from every pore
Gbe‘ku lo, gb’arun lo
Ki’le tura, ki’le tura*
Let Hunger die with the passing year
Make Hope its inseparable companion
*Drive death away; drive disease away;
Peace to the home, ease to the land
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