Oh Men, I have not been able to do my best for poetry,
I don’t know what has gone wrong with me,
I fell ill last night, for my poetry these days is about fire and bullets
I now feel like a storm with thunder and lightening
I feel like a castaway.
I would like to swim across, make it safe for me.
I could be the sun and the stars, if I were allowed
Who shone on the earth in the darkest of night
Without education you get the cold feeling of ignorance.
Now the wind has blown away the shelters
I am trying to relight the candle of education
Join me so that it will cast light all around.