THE HORSES NEIGH (by Moses Opara on conquering fears)
The wind whistles aloud, through my lane;
Like shadows unseen it passes.
And the fierce, busy clouds turn red
But, brave, I stand to conquer my fears. I murmur in my mind (for nothing),
Yearning within for the taste of Freedom.
Alas, my Freedom is yet to come.
But I see it distant miles ahead. The
