My heart bleeds with unending sorrow
As I yearn to serve and toil
To work in the defense of my humble home
Yet all I can say is how far have we come
My misery is ever on the peak
I lament and cry and sob with no comforter
For the future of my days I must protect
There may be no hope left but the simple presence of life
Yes life a unique gift from the most high
Stand above every other thing and assures me there is hope
Even when I am down and broken
I cannot begin to imagine how many times I attempt giving up
But the thought that I still breathe and I stand up to see the sun keeps me going
As the lone source of inspiration in a terrible thunderstorm.
I know I must be strong if I have to achieve
And the big question I ask myself is
Am I ready for this?
Am I ready for the big challenges I have to face?
Am I ready to stand up against the raging tides of the ocean?
Against the heavy desert storms
Against the dangerous flames of the volcano.
All this keeps playing in my head all day and all night long
I yearn for inner peace but yet I get non
For this is my duty as the African son
To suffer, to till, to labour and to achieve for a better future of my generations
A generation one can only dream of at the moment with no clue as to what they will look like
But only trusting in the Unseen to perform his ever loyal Goodwill in ones destiny
A destiny written and conceived even before our birth.
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Nice writeup bro
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