In the morning –
The enemy advanced and
our shields were down
for our strength was divided –
As we sat down by the banks of the river, By Babylon, we drank mouth to the water diluted with the blood of our people –
we cried;
[Oh you left ‘us ugly, gallant men twiddling our thumps In outer space wriggling…]
our song was gone
and the grief was bitter,
an excruciating pain we suffered,
we prayed for an intervention
for the journey we had to endure,
the humiliation wasn’t diabolical;
the restrain on our psych was worst-
we were bulls that operates the plough the mole that pull the carts any resistances was rewarded;
deprived of food and water-
sleep deluded from our eyes
tears never came to their sockets-
day and night;
for the pleasure of our masterswelabored gruelingly through
the high mountains
down to the shallow valleys –
the storms came and the rains fell,
the sun rose radiating our skin complicating our plight.
Hearts became ******
for the hard times,
forceful than the logic of the mind,
for we wondered if we shall ever return…….
home.
Our home is become Rome
and we playing by their rules
W/ no course to own
The muscle of our voice impair’d
Our soul in perpetual despair Lashed with strikes of hardship
So we set the enterprise
Of digging holes in our hearts
An industry for pixie dust To ensure grandel dines w/ wine
As we labored to set
The wolfs off before dusk
Burning the candle of midnight
Until we sight the morning light
Hope; w/ ‘e bird took flight to…..
No where.
We were lost at sea ,
With wild whales with big bellies-
Petty are we finless fishes,y we wishutord;
Not that we couldn’t
But the bankruptcy of the trust we accord, The trustees of our wealth; Misjudge our worth,
Sold our oil to the pirates of the west-The custodian of our essence
Mistake our silence for sin
To bargain an endless spin
Nonetheless our green field….
foreseen……
(c) 2017-
Tj. Kwame Photo credit: LolitoCatahan@[pictify.saatchigallery.co
