The disorganised life often is complex
Such has been many who live restless
Through a life shy of rules
That sails in tempest like a ship without a crew
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Silent from Nigeria
Do not ask me my movement
Have you not heard?
I'm the spirit that traverse
This surface -- for many that spend
Flower and grass to hell's end
Niger blackened; Ghana golden
Ghana darkened; Niger green
By hands apparent -- and unseen
Nigeria the heart; Ghana the soul
The breath that behold us whole
Many valleys and alleys they have come -- UI
Even UG on that mountain high
I'm that soul -- the innocent fire
Have you not heard?
I'm the spirit that traverse
This surface -- for many that spend
Flower and grass to hell's end
Niger blackened; Ghana golden
Ghana darkened; Niger green
By hands apparent -- and unseen
Nigeria the heart; Ghana the soul
The breath that behold us whole
Many valleys and alleys they have come -- UI
Even UG on that mountain high
I'm that soul -- the innocent fire
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