Yhe Echoe Of My Song Poem by Tony Adah

I have a song to render
Its flitting thoughts wear me down and
My tongue is heavy with fear
Though sad but sweet I am frigid with fear
For when the king hears the tones;
I will between the bars and gallow lay.
Though the bird sings a silent song
In the cage;
I will yell my song in the cups
Of my hands
And when the royal eye stares
I will know I am an inmate with the fat bugs
And to eat half baked beans and half done rice
But if my country knows I am in
And act the way freedom seekers do
The echoes of my my song
Though sad but sweet shall not
In vain have been rendered.