Rain drops from my eye
Tears flow from the sky
But why then do I cry?
for the afflicted and hungry
Those who strive to have one slice of bread for a bite
Those who sleep under the bridge at night
Who is dying of cold as I write.
Whose hope is reduce to a
kilobyte
And Is deprived of their very right.
Who will save them?
When will they see the light?
Can you feel their pain and be get it right
Is life all about what we can have?
maybe you ask from your self
Oh My flight, oh my delight.
Give me ten daggers of courage
for the journey into the jungle of fear
let me have seven furrowed- teeth of the lion
to bite the wayward testis of this beast
Clothe me with the armour of words
to house all the beads of boldness
to fight my flying pulse,
and dispel the errant dog of despair
I need the syringe from David’s veins
to sprint through life’s compost bed of bile,
and emerge, emerge
with the wreathe of dead foes in hands.
I ask, ask
for a kilobyte of Sango’s laughter
to leach envious hisses from boastful buccals