Michael Nichol Kamara Poet Free verse

At the Crossroad

At the crossroad  
Where I cried and rise to stardom 
Unchained from within 
And sing a song of freedom 
There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" !

At the crossroad
Where the scriptures were misinterpreted 
And puzzle rearranged 
There my people would  be,  dancing on their veiny drips 

 At the  crossroad 
Where the throat of the pen would not  be stuck 
and chest not tight 
It teeth will be given it greatest  bite 
 
At the cross road 
Where the pen will  drip  venomous ink 
and cast silence  to it earliest dark 
There we would be, celebrating success
 like yesterday's event 

At the crossroad 
Where my demise will be displayed 
And wounds scraped open, 
Where the titles of my pieces will be swept under the mud
There I would be, with a soured heart 
repainting my darker past

BLAQ POET
PAKAMARA

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