The era of greatness
Began slowly with a process
A pause, a close of the eyes
It began in all truthfulness
Not with the light nor in her rays
But in despair and in darkness
Like a hawk process swooped
down into a deep troubling dream
So full of owls and bats
Bitter it was once, bitter is it still
Remembering as brave process
Fought and fought and fell
Without rescuing success
But then, HE came very well
In the wind, in the morning bell
Lifting her from the hollow hell
Into a new dawn of ideas
A splendid tomorrow
Devoid of frown and agony
Indeed, the era of greatness
Began slowly with a process
A pause, a close of the eyes
Ugwu David C.
© 2019