by Ositadimma Amakeze | |
Published on: Feb 8, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6957 | |
To the time and tide And of its ripples and waves That sweeps our ocean of being Within walls of our cosmic ball I am a slave in chains Rowing aloft in uncertainties Like a vessel blown off course More pain and less joy These bawling and sorrowful tears Streaming from the womb of the streets Are my shackles and chains The bondage of a slave! Enslaved for you, O Humanity! Many an odd, the brutish stabs There in my melting heart As you fade into shadows Misery, my miserable soul Wouldn’t you were without woes My realm would unto like the bird’s In the horizon of liberty « return. |