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