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