I believed i was a citizen of the world
but one blue Sunday eve
I was asked where i came from
I would answer right away
but am i expected to respond?
Is the world so very eager?
to rid life of me
I have bled from cruelty's cut
my blood came gushing cold
frozen like my bone was iced
i chose to transit willingly
I stand sited
envisaging a better day
for i died of this world
I'd say from my flinching mind
am the last of a valiant kind
lo as i resurrect
know you this, you serpent sons of men
behind this rugged appear
lies a woman's son and a brother's brother
for if you ate at my funeral
I expect your presence at my awakening
to witness as I, Anugo son of Agbasielo Edoka
from my own still grilling ashes, rise
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