The obstacles are unfeigned
Me thinking of my present life…
Now seems like a fictitious poem
The scriptures could not avow me
But destiny keeps me in the pace
I became the sprinter
The eclipse of the sun in the day
Could not make thou blind
Autumns burned me
And my premature white hairs
Like when deciduous trees lose their leaves
I was pounded on the rhythm of…
A yamless mortar with a pestle
High and low.
High and Low
Birds flew to the sky
I don’t know what they do
If they spy or they pry
But I know they could help me cry
Cry out my raven
Oh you lustrous black birds
I freed you from genus corvus
I’ve rolled a while sheet of English alphabets
Fly in a black jet of sparrow feathers
To my Papa and Mama
Tell them I’ve learnt the alphabets of life
Tell them I’ve been able to transcribe…
Transcribe their antecedent of unknown words
Tell them their echoes has inspired their child
Tell them I’m bringing home the baton of glory
Send them the raven.
Go north
Dwell east
Voyage is an apt, try west
Success is an apt, fare south and…
Don’t forget to space the world.
IbbWrites©
2019.
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