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What will become of me?
When the dawn wakes my sad feet
To the whip of my master crying lazy,
And my bones shake at the rising of
Sorrowful sun I wish could go away,
My heart running the race that the
Light of noon should take its cover,
And my eyes weeping that the dark
Should engulf it to the pain inward,
What will become of my soul?
Will the shackles be broken soon?
Or will the deep bridge be raised?
What will be of me?
Who am I?
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akinbo a. a. cornerstone
A prolific Nigerian writer with a gift for words. Wrote under the pen name of Fad and Quad during the Military Era. Currently uses the "pscornerstone" signature.
An activist with religious inclination and respect for cultural heritage, he grew up streetwise and with great love for his country, Nigeria.
He believes that he who holds the word holds the world.
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clarita zarate | Dec 1st, 2004
You have a lot of soul!
clarita zarate | Apr 24th, 2005
You are a king and that is why you ask that question!
Good cougarsJordan | May 7th, 2007
This peom is very well done it must of took a lot of time.
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