Man

MAN Man is man; the plight of another man Who bullied our conscience to perpetual pains Off the coast of peace to the lands of regret And to myriad antiquity of life That all we are is a life in the Sub-Saharan plains Which is our pigment; the dark or the darken-dark? That all we could think is nothing but doom For not all who desires hears us when we bark And thought we knit our hopes in the grass that loom And man being man; where did you sleep? And toil to nothing all day and night? How did you manage to recreate the ills of life And shower the earth with mockery That nothing was formed Man O Man; look how you came to be You were a butterfly and now a bee Recreating the creation that all shall ruin Not only to foes where you ceased to rain Let the sun; let the moon; let the rain Unchain the shackles to the feet of the earth Let the streams; the brooks; the rivers that carries the rain Flow in unity; flow to the mother sea To recreate awareness to those buried by your sea Something is not missing; the face of anguish That clouded the man; pride far extinguish Yet strive, strive and strive For a fervent man desires a fervent strive.