He Was the One To Stop Me

Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun , counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son , the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month , where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt . I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds , working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master - who is malign , he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food , coming from the dark lands of Mombasa , never came to know their kind of manhood . Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine , I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ," I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on , my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine . I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and frail , never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality , the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only devilry , say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale . Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless , I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless , I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son , that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .