voice of reason

The gleam of dawn
From my very first yawn,
Where is the scope of the dream?
When men melt in the sun as cream
That my words tear through the curtains of the heavens
Daily is my cry, petition and crave
That Africa truly be liberated
Visions, screams and dreams down in the grave
What did the ‘Fathers’ do? Neglected and desecrated
Alas! With no sense of purpose here we are
Oh! That the dreams of Africa become bare
Mother Africa gives us wings to fly
So we show our seeds the paths to ply
Africa! Listen to the voice of reason
Then and only then will I not be guilty of treason.

Mind Permutations!!!!!

The drumbeats of life
Amidst the echoes of strife
I tip toe above earthly systems
Taking a peak beyond its horizons as a sprouting stem
Flickers of thoughts
Shown on faces sought
Alas! Man is bound by questions
Length, breadth, height of mind extensions
My poetic journey I lay
On strait paths lest I stray
W.B Yeats be my witness
His words have I sniffed as burning incense
O’er the earth have I flown?
Where flickers of thoughts are forever shown