A POEM IS THE SOUL DESYIR TO BE HEARD

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Blatantly,shameful sons of AFRICA had no mercy..so kind yet much cruel.

With so much stabbin through the piecefull peace,i once was a victim.

I felt like i was drowning in opposite bank of my own blood,like a horse looming whites agains the dark meadow.
I cryd loudly and fired shot after shot but couldnt wake a soul,even the dark gloomed street slippers was not to be found and yet so far i cryed.

If only the wind will bring them my cry.
If only the watchers of the earth will bring them visions as their dreams.
If only some dog would hear but they slept like the deads and so far i have cryed

My voice have thundered through the walls like an alarm,squares shook its mighty roll,but it was too weak to reach upon the sleeping ears and wake souls of unameley man.

Like the peasants who slept through plowing breathing heavily,they slept at their leisure and some enjoyed the pleasure as my voice wouldnt be heared.'yes' not anymore than the rustle oe the pines and the noise of the rushers,blue,green.yellow and red roses.

The rain fell on me and flooded my campfire.
My blood drops have wained so firmly higher and yet ever farer i cryed

But then again i didnt grieve for all earthly objects and again i didnt grieve for that is vexin enough to make me weep.
U can think deeply about all sorts of things ,there is plenty of time on earth.
Weeping in evryones heart but still i stand,before and thereof i have stood the ground.

The great power of an African child can make build yet to destroy you.