Give Me Freedom Beyond This Land
Hold your tears!
I do not want it,
my mind is made up.
Those crocodile tears
Can't cure this madness now!
What I want is looking at me.
Hold your fears woman!
Your song is a reproach to my dreams
War is a enough music to my marrow.
Give me freedom
beyond this very lost land
then my heart shall dance.
I will rise against all odds
even when no cocoyam
and yam are seen in my barn.
©John Chizoba Vincent
From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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