The old sunlight left men in awe and wonder,
It kept at bay the spirits that troubled during the day,
Those who played with minds and disrupted its tranquil flow,
Those that cocooned the soul’s glow.
I was told a tale of the old sunlight,
How it blessed the labour of men,
Even the crafts of women,
It was the benevolent glory of the land.
I was told a tale of how we weary this sunlight,
We toxified its abode,
We threw dirt on its road,
It emerged from its chamber to meet our mess and nonsense.
Though we didn’t hinder its ascent and descent,
We retreated its amiable hand,
Brought trouble to the sky and land,
And so we wallow in the mire.
This was a tale I was told,
By the wise and the bold,
Those whose voices pierce the darkness,
Those by whose feet I long to sit.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.