BACK FROM EXILE by Dauda Onawola

BACK FROM EXILE

From the land of mystery,
From the state of uncertainty,

From the nation so dreary,
From the nights so lengthy,
I am back.

From the quiet hall beside the cool dry street,
From a state of mind so empty,
From the state of the spirit so elevated,
From the heck with laser in my eyes,
I am back.

Unto the only Lord of the world, again I turn;
For my handiwork to be the judge's brand,
For the resultant check to bring smile
And I pray be it so for all checked.

©Dauda Onawola