Such a beauty from afar
Never seen any kind at par
She must be the work of the hands above Placed on this wondrous island,numerous potentials abound
But the winds of this island are turbulent Roars in anger and stings with violence Against her beautiful set of sails
The rush from the waters and
The billows of the deep blue sea
Moves her like a pendulum without course
She yells and craves for help
But she could only see the hands of death
Her dream of Zion
Remains in her woken sleep
There's a flag of permanent victory
Staring high into her cabin
She nods in the bid to keep trying
And never dream of quitting
Because she is bound to Zion
Where dreams dine with us
By: Emmanuel Kwesi Gyan
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