Back To My Root

I am going back to the acient call Of creativity where I belong; I am the interpreter of the interpreters, I am going back to writing that my life Is build on till eternity. If you could separate oil from water, you can Separate me from holy writings. I am going back to my root to uproot the hidden Pains of my people, I am for them what book is to teachers. I stand to defeat injustice in my home town So that when I die posterity would forget me not. I shall remain the legend I was made to be while am alive. And my name written on the stars and the soil and, the moon and the sun.