I Know Not Poem by Hannington Mumo

I know not which way to turn,
My south is clouded by doubts
And my east is full of debts;
And to the west I dare not face,
For there reside my regrets.


I all I know is that I can compose some beautiful rhyme,
Though my best blood has been overtaken by time.
Sometimes I wonder where lies my hidden way,
And hope I shall make some more decent living some day.


Men mock and women backbite,
And ridicule is always before my sight.
I shall not take my throttled life
But shall persevere all the turmoil and strife,
And hope that heavens shall hear my prayer some day.