New Self-Order Poem by Dennis Okyere Brako

New self-order by Dennis Okyere Brako

I'm circled and choking on every side
By the crashing burden of sorrows tide
My agony in the garden of Gethsemane
Equal the doom of so many

Determined I'll rise and put on my gloves
Protect the geese and the golden eggs
Every side I'll fight for personal peace
And water the withered ambition's tree

I'll spring, like rebirth of the phoenix bird
From the friction shall be polished the brightest gem
On the anvil shall be born the finest edge
A new self-order shall emerge