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.
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