Our history is tinged with mystery

And our pain laden with misery

We watch with ailing sight

And drop of frail hands in despair

We swim in deep waters of plenty

Yet our taste buds shrivel from thirst

Our barns bulge and burst at the seams

Yet spasms of hunger grate our entrails

We cry, we weep

We hiss, we wail

Our voices fail us

Our heads drop and fall

We bemoan our history

We mourn and loathe our heritage

We rouse, we chant

We fight, we die

We fight more, we live

We reject the grave

We stop the dirge

Life wakes up our heart

Life is sweet; life is pain-laden

Life is hope; death is sweet sleep

We choose life; a painful irony

Till we banish this misery

And create our own history

© Abuja: 20-12-2008

Robot  Villager

# 1 Our history is tinged with mystery And our pain laden with misery We watch with ...Read the full article. Posted by Robot| 06.06.2008 23:44