Voice of Truth
I am the voice
Crying at night
In the means of your choice
Here i am tonight to direct aright
I am the one on the streets
Walking in the sun
Not under trees but in the streets
Lingering in stun
I am the slave
A prisoner in the mind
The brave even in the grave
The bitter rind
I am an enemy
But shall save many from agony
(By Precious Opurum Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboy 2016
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