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I am alone 
This is my life 
I live and sleep on this hill 
A hill made of it  all 
From grace to grass 
And on this grass I feed in delight 
For grace is vague to my sight 
So vague, I do not yern for 
Peers and I compete for the best piece of flit 
Anxiously we await early in the morn 
That which have been let down by golden haves 
An enduring search on the biting sun 
a times pays with hovering flies 
As though it is thanksgiving 
till I devour all 
I am alone 
This is my life 
Survival is a must not need 
There comes the scary nights 
When sleep escapes from sight lids 
For fear of an attack on my being 
Acts of pleasure and wickness 
by Lords of the hill 
A height I yearn to attain 
To gain with no pain 
Snatch with no grudge 
I am alone  
This is my life  
Do you hear me 
Do you feel my pain 
Can you feel my heart call 
For echos of the night is near 
Calling unto itself fear and terror 
For noise of the day is near 
Calling unto itself crushing labor against 
un-quenching elements of God 
I am alone  
This is my life 
I need your help, now! 

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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