I Will Sing Again Poem by Micheal Bello

Those of you
Who counted me worthy
Of a morsel
  Who weigh me capsules
Of pure love
           I am grateful
  For budding me from your sack
    Especially when it was tough

         They look me hard
    Though stern from foresight lens

           My heart wavered
         My skin hair stood up
     Like the wall of a lone scarce 
Goosebumps grief
On my terrain skin
   They heard my mellow voices
         When am unspoken
    Seen my buried arms clasped
         Shivered in the air

     As if I was loaned out
To the loanshark
           I shoot up
                        
                Again
     My chin goose up with a smile
   My heart fussed with gaiety
   Crest with a desire to live again

            They knew it
     That I was meant to live again
             They did
        Indeed they did it

    When I was resting my whole life
          For the sea to take
     My hair ruffled as close to death

  Who shall save the riches
Of the wealthy
  When they knew not what it is
          
         I will turn a new look
  Shave out of the Catscratch
  And resonate a new loaf of bread
        
I was burnt down to ashes
       Low— down the valley
        
    A Meager of grains
  Thrown down
Through the valley
Of Thirst and hunger

     I trimmed my coated robe
        Slipped my bony fingers
      Again into my front satchel

        I hold the sorrow's shaft
         Towards the spearpoint
            I levelled her score
     She cried out loud and I laughed

                 Not any more
     Will my feeble mind home me
      For I am out of your purses
                  If need be
     Then I will taint it with ash colour
                   Goodbye!