It added a different mark on my skin
This fire is the situation I pass through
Its pain is excruciating
Time has stretched enough for me
To throw these overbearing burdens into an open sea
The compelling ache in my hungry soul
Tells me to take the wandering ways of the seeker to the hole
To swim an endless ocean deeper than the Pacific
Who will say it is the resolution of weakness?
Who will say it is not the decision of bravery?
Let me once and forever clear my deluded head
With songs that made Cleopatra yearn for immortality
This country now sags and its pant shown to chameleons
The surer re-union with her love that drove the brown beauty
To burn reason and take to the lighter flight of the heavenly birds
Blown to the breeze of Iroquois
This country, like a Seeker , who in her quest
Crossed the dilapidated angry sea
For the kingdom of slavery
Though wiser love, showering with a thousand gifts of jewels
A treasure most precious
Used in a prolific and pragmatic way
For she desires no tyre used as necklaces
The command of love knows no queen
She defeats the mightiest of kings
Whom in her little self refused
To bow to her sadist, but genuflected
Before an all building light of the sun
She has been treated like a sheep without a shepherd
They bombed her, abused her with whips
This country has been deflowered
She has missed her period
That made it added a painful fire to my soul
And place many souls in a hole
©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com
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