AWARENESS

By Gbadero, Rukayat Abike.

On a single lane, where gentle touch heals every soul,
Our voices rose, demanding justice, 
Freeing minds, just for their own sake,
Favouring nobles, yawning rights in vain,
As centuries past, Justinian Code showcase.

On the lane, appearing to be vanity,
Where we couldn't talk, hear, see, walk but could sense,
Our minds at sky, demanding justice,
As our cries echo, watching with yawning mouths,
Freeing souls, for their own sake.

With time, as spring's first showers,
From morning to night,
We serve the victory to attract,
Appointing us for menial, a milestone achieved,
As whispers of forgotten love beginning to emerge, like gentle shower of blessings.

Like morning dew, seeing ability in disability,
Wheelchairs rolling, ramps and rails paving the way,
Auditory training claiming, our voices loud and proud to boast hearing,
Embracing diversity, side by side not mentally challenged,
Where education's doors embracing with open arms.

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