Slaves of Life by Kwaku Rexford

When the sky bows to kiss our feet, when the sun longs to dry our tears

When the wind no longer blows our pain away,

And the world finally ignore our fears,

When tomorrow decides to show his dark sentiments to us

Our pains will be left for us to carry alone

And when the dark secrets of the world are exposed

Our thoughts will never deny us again,

We will be closer to our dreams than we thought,

Dancing to the sweet rhythm of the night

Because our feets have felt the pulse of this brave land before

Because our tongues have tasted love from these old pots before.

There is a thin line, a narrow gap that separates us from our freedom,

And when we finally defy the odds, we will no longer be slaves of life.

We will not only live once, but we will survive

ABOUT THE WRITER
Graduate of Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, 25 years old and ready to live...Very easy to go and yearning to meet fellow comrades who understand life better from a tainted lens.
Currently lives and work in Accra.
Email: rexytwo@gmail.com
Phone: (00233)263783999
Website: http://allpoetry.com/Kwaku_Rexford
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