I am bird who believes in freedom, but I’m haunted every day. My life is an adventure with horrible tales as landmarks for my scars tells my story & my happiness dampens my grief.

Held bound, Captive to fate, Helpless with no sound, Closed up by the gate, No one to set me free… Locked up in chains, Bated in pains, Took all my gains, Leaving me no remains, And no one to set me free… Shattered my emotions, Battered my dreams, Scattered my...

How can the flower blossom when the Garden ebbs in cancer? Who will notice our tears in dark rains to restore? …and whose hands will saviour who dines unsublime? Today is libyans, a tale we tell of Escapees; but to wither a leper in this Ancestry or war- through a...

Pause and think How long shall we continue to slave? Where are the best brains that will help us and think? When are we going to seek light out of this political cave? Pause and think How long shall wanton killings continue? Let your minds be brighter than colour pink...

I long to be like that Eagle To be lingered far above To soar beyond the sour here. Greatly-Winged with the wits of glory Is the Eagle. .. l long to be like that Eagle countless efforts to reach was to no avail Tours of thoughts of the mighty to...

My blood sings, my blood weeps! For my countenance has fallen. A song no one can interpret, For if I hear, and then I am dead. My blood cries vengeance and justice, Who to, I care not? For if I care, then I’m dead It cries for help in the...

Endsville nature, the twinking of the sky sparkling, flippers in awe flipping… I want to fly, for my neck is tired of watching the sky and the awful cloud… I want to fly to reach the sky for I’m tired of being plied… I want to fly. Each time I...

Forerunners on the field of struggle Birthing freedom willingly or smuggled. Their comradeships ain’t infantry nor half done Their comradeships ain’t fake nor still born. They’re dogged and unflinchingly gallant, Rugged alutaists and are firmly vibrant. They’re the vindicated legendary heroes of our time They’re sons of the soil to...

(In honor of victims of slavery while it lasted International Day for the Abolition of Slavery) Toiling and thumping in the pains of history freedom they say was all we needed we roll and boil in the bloodbath of slavery our kindred always the sacrificial lamb it felt so real...

Keeeeeeere o! Haven’t you smelt it, The butt of the gods, stinking? Haven’t you perceived Their barren souls Like a rotten egg? What’s the fate of that belly Which drank a rotten egg? It shall groan, yes it shall wail. I beg you! Come, let us reason together. Haven’t you...