Singing for Change

I sing 

of the beauty of Athens

without it slaves

of a world free of kings and queens

and other remnants 

of an arbitrary past 

of earth 

with no sharp north 

or deep south without blind curtains 

or iron walls

of the end

of warlords and armouries

and prisons of hate and fear

of deserts treeing

and fruiting 

after the quickening rains

of the sun radiating ignorance 

and stars informing 

nights of unknowing 

I sing 

of a world reshaped 

I Sing Change by Niyi Oshundare for World poems on the Underground