I will flap my wings, Even though those political hounds, Broke it, Stampede upon it, When they walk their walk of glory, To the assembly grounds. I will flap my wings, Even though I am bleeding, From the wounds, Of

I am standing at the boat station, Nightfall has screened the sky, Navy blue with dim, Twinkling African stars, My luggage a suitcase of hopes and dreams, Heavy on my shoulders, Heavier still, when on my head it lies, The

There is an adventure in my heart, Colours leap, Then dives deep, Into the crevices of my heart, Then settles to sleep. It is a feeling I cannot describe, It’s beautiful, But un-meaningful, It is un-imaginable to a scribe, But

Let me tell you a story, But the story has no such glory, They talk about in other legends, This is no legend, Nor a piece of history, It is a simple tale, I wish to call my story. I

Would you believe it if I tell you, Mathematics wasn’t true? Because me plus you cannot be two, A singularity affects how I feel towards you. Would you believe it if I tell you, There isn’t something new? Or an

I am sorry I was a coward Hiding behind excuses To not to come forward In your hour of need my heart refuses To participate in helping your poor I wish… I wish I had done more I am sorry

What tattered heart But mine Would be stuck merely by tape Black tape So it sticks together And not fall apart Into a hundred million pieces Each piece a testimony To the hundred million hardships I faced What tattered heart