Upon the Rivers my eyes cried out
Never did i think I'd feel this way
Stream of warm water tore about
All ever I wanted was to free my day
Oh, it coming back to me now
how I dug my grave
Straws, twigs and hays lacing it down
Just to lie on it just the same
Oh, how I envy birds luck
With their innate freedom
Ignoring caged bird's lock
Oh, now I see what they were afraid of
When the tantrums turns to face offs
They tried telling, I shrug it off
They tried teaching, I showed them stuff
And I took off
That's what I did
To show I was tougher
Saying I'll show them when am finally made
I'll make it out on my own i said,
oh I told them I'll make it out
Am sure the letter will burn their hearts out
Oh, how I hope to make it and clear their
doubt
But now, reverse is the case
I feel more kept in the cage than ever before
Remorse kept sweeping in
My regrets greater than regret
The eagret flying above seem to dectect
Home, I just hope to make it back to
And let my lesson be learnt
Lesson of my prodigality
Remember, when all had to do was till the field
And expect a bumper harvest
Much more than i invest
What more to expect from fertile Land's depth
Till the south field, while I the north
Take the weeds out in your wake, would ya? he would say
Humph, I will the reply comes through the nose
That was the beginning of my woes
Those were the days when hard work feels like hell
Those weren't close to my present throes
Never would I have thought I would look at the bright side of those days
I guess you never know the value
of what you own, not until you loose your cue
Now the nostalgia bites my nerves
The smell of grass that's been uprooted in haste
In his sheer determination
before sun rise
the grass are out
ready to start their hay days in the sun
Ridges's been made
to expect the seed maize
The rain heralds the growth
Few months the harvest
He did most the job, I did most the chops
Oh the days
If time's a wheel, i would love to roll back
If it's a book would love to turn back
the page in of life
And savour each and every moment
In the days of yore
Make ridges, I will
weed the grass with zeal
And Feed them to the goats in green
Transplant the seedlings
All,I wish I did
But I didn't, did I ?
The river seems to feel the remorse
Gushes out through my eye, the more
As flash flood would, a river bank
Enticed I was to those in shiny garments
The flashy garbs attract my focus
Determine I was, to be in one of those
His younger brother my role model
Stay away from him, he would say
He's not to be trusted, he would emphasis
Humph, I would say
If you had trusted perhaps you would be better off
I said
Oh how I regret those word
Off I went to his house
I drop off the bomb shell letter
Left the house like a thief in the night
The letter would sting their hearts out
That I know
Happy I was at the port
Boarded the ship with the lots
It soon dawn on me
That I just got myself caught
Eavesdropped on the captain talking
A plantation, they called it
No!
It can't be, am being trafficked !
Sold's the right word
By my own uncle
Escape I tried, vain my effort
We were on the sea away from the port
Arms,legs tied to the destination
Finally am at the farm
Not the place to idle to away my time
Rather the one of trying and tribulation work
In hard labour
For another's aim
With no gains, but chains,
and excruciating pains
Slaving my days away
In a no man's land
Right here in the so called
New world