I feel my heart is wrenching
and ask myself is it all worth it?
The pain... the crying... the anguish
but from daily window we watch it

like a cloud
as blue Sky
in celestial space.

Oh, freedom there you hide!
won't you show more mercy
on the horse of troublesome ride
where lucky fingers go democrazy

but our tattered flag waving aback
in a drum race towards life
but what do we lack!
how we emerged at the red Ocean

no verse can tell
but the blinds can see the hell
and the lame take his heel

flooding blood flows in the well
a woody pestle rest on some head
and a golden spoon builds on few head
and how's it well in Greenfield's hell?

© Okpohoudeme Promise Ita