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I Have Nothing [I Have Nothing]

A slow pace is all that is needed
To be free also, included.
The grains of heaven rains,
Its blessing saturates all.

Who owns my empty bowel?
The grounds rejects me
My problems surround me
I wait upon a coming death.

I who have nothing
Will anyone heed my cause?
Will my eyes burn tears for no course?
Nowhere to turn to, my days have time.

Will I keep gobbling scraps?
Or clothe myself with rags?
Or the street my pangs of hope?
And trace my roots to faults?

I pray, the heavens look
I should not be buried a fool
But I am he who has nothing,
I love and care for everything.

Written by: Matthew Gokum
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

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