Ezindu Sonnets

SONNET TO THE MOON

Slowly it rises, steadily it energies
As it sizes, darkness it diverges

It breaks out of the dark cloud
That for so long has held it bound

Clears the surrounding sky
Casting beams to night passerby

Slowly it rises, steadily it grows
Tell me the moon, the prices of the light thou shows

For thou are bright mild not rash
And unlike the boastful sun, not harsh

Joy of children playing by the moonlight
Queen and custodian of the dark night

And so Africa shall rise, till it's victory from darkness finish
But unlike the moon, we won't rise to diminish.