Like The Grass - Poem by Nyagaka Charles
I was buried in the abandoned path to drain,
Covered with soil, out in the rain,
I found strength to rise and reign,
Like grass sprouting on the rugged terrain.
Young as I was I met mother nature:
Wind, cold shower, hot solar; never was there a worse adventure,
And amid this turmoil and torture,
Like grass I managed not to rapture.
He who planted me upon me he did trample,
Seeing that I arose with no trouble, nah tremble,
He cut me down, on me he did feed his cattle,
Like grass, I grew another sheath to win the battle.
Like grass I'll hold up against beating stress,
I'll grow stronger by day and forward press,
The little droplets of hope I come across,
Will keep me green, yeah green, even greener, just like the grass!
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