okafor ogochukwu

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O Freedom, where thou at
Your children, on thou part
Seeking your sweet act
Carried on your soothing cart
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I want to be free
Like the heavenly tree
I want to spread my wing
To and fro, swing
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I sail through the darkened quagmire
Leave behind me, not a mile.
On the port of oblivion I meet sire
I kiss the ground, saying sir
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Nations and nations, y’all arise
Africa was indeed to be the first
But rigging and wriggling was its class
Henceforth dwelt in hunger and thirst
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Forget me not in paradise
I already feel condemned
My sins always on the rise
Whenever I try to prevent them.
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The hand moves in a rhythm
Trying to express a feeling
On the paper, via the pen
Like the blood and the vein
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Goodnight to a lovely heart
That shared a wonderful smile
Goodnight to a wonderful hand
That healed a deep wound
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If life really means to be empty
Like my soul feels when it is dirty
I try to watch them dry and clean
But it still glows red in sin
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I am born black, they told me
The skin of my colour, which I am
I never knew I was black, till I was told
I am black, the colour of my tribe
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My memories filled with sweet fantasies’
Battered with rich and fulfilled clemencies
Conspicuous, it lays on my face
Illuminates more in an idle place
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