For The Sun To Rise From The West Poem by Ojok Isaac

To see it raising its head
Just like it slept in the Pacific
And coming shinning like yellow
The morning colour to be specific

Those things planted in our hearts
As impossible, how would it feel
To see them raising heads above
Like a tree growing on top of a hill

Will it be awkward to dream that
From the west one day, the sun rises
And give our spirit and muscles
That tomorrow it rises

And how long will we give our lives
To the impossible, fathomed not true
How will we try to make a change
When all have opted to give up through

And what of if we all choose to relinquish
And imminently found; with our art for another day
From the west we would've seen the sun
Tears of anguish would roll in hearts every day

So let's say life is dynamic, nowt is stasis
Then let's give muscles and brains to our dreams
Offer all arts and cuddle as one that it be true
Though impossible it seems