Seasons of perfection by 'Nwanna Okeke'

 It was the blue season 

The day men rode on white horses

And the tide of triumph 

That day we found our voice

 

It was the fifth season 

The days when mothers wean their children

That age of breaking in 

That day we found our strength 

 

And the day of apocalypse 

The days  of red skies 

The day of emancipation 

That day we found our freedom

 

It was the sixth season

The day of perfection

The day  our freedom was hallowed 

That day perpetual light dwelt with us



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