A little child wants to grow up
to become a man
and so he decides to seek help
from among the people
in his distant village
where a book in the hand
is the only voice that echoes
deep in the crevices of his mind
a television is but a dream
and a computer not found
in the pages of a thesaurus
his country is six feet below
any level of the ocean
and English is all that God
wants him to read
and his pen becomes mightier
than an MK45 (or 47- who cares)
in his journey across the Atlantic
he opens the book where the words
etch a brighter light for living
nurturing his manhood mind -
remembering this:
reading makes a perfect man
conference a ready man
and writing an exact man
(and thank God for Francis Bacon)
this is my pursuit, not
just a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, this is beyond talent, this is perfection, I LOVED the alluson, the descriptions, the story within and the feelings loaded, simply amazing and greatly influential