Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu Poet Lyric

Take Me There

Take me there, to my place
  Take me there, to my reckoning call
    Take me there, to my flight of existence
      Take me there, to my place of birth
         Take me to my true cause on earth
           Take me to that path called life
             Take me to my ground hope called fulfilment
               Take me to my loin of earthly prowess
                 Take me to my root , my aged root
                   Take me back again to my home town
                     Take me back to my language
                       Take me back to my roaring call 
                         Take me back to me destination
                           Take me back to my birth mission
       Take me back to the close of earthly hues 
        Take me back again to where life is loved
          Take me back to my mother's kitchen
            Take me back to her kitchen of kindness
              This I  ask you nature take me back again
                Take me back mother earth to a green earth
Take me back to mother and nurture peace for all
Take me back to a world free from ills and pills
Take me back to the globe without global crime
Take me to that world of earthly rituallessnesss
Take me back to the closed pages of history
                  Take me back to time where value is valued
                   Take me back to tier's of natural concern
                   Take me back to my corner of earthly Bliss
                    Take me back to my root of bell for Truth
                     Take me back to when earth is free and blue
                      Take me back to solidarity and liberty

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Richard Lamoureux June 24, 2019 at 8:38 AM I think to get back to where you describe we must become as little children. That is when the illusion of peace and security was at its strongest. This is an impressive piece both in its written and visual appeal. Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu June 24, 2019 at 1:36 PM Yeah Richard , but the principle of living has allowed us to exist once as a child.