If you’re alive, Victor you are…
Some wept over the crossing line
Many, still bound by last year’s twine
They bear its scars and festering sores
Into Twenty-Fourteen’s doors
…
Twenty-thirteen is dead
Log turned coals, no more red
Time’s wind blows the ashes away
This, is the awaited dawn of a New Day
Twenty-fourteen offers seeds
Doubts, fears…are mere weeds
Now is no time to look back and stop
Move! Drink not from the doubt-filled cup
…
So come here friends, lets do a dance
The New year‘s here, we’ve got a chance
To mould its clay into our dreams
Or become prey to its dark whims
The last one’s gone with all its tears
Don’t wake them up, bury your fears…
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
