Your Dream? Fight! Poem by David N. Munene

A man once sang a song
That to compose took him long
Yet the dancers refused to dance
And chanters gave it no chance
A villain he would remain
In the village that used a train

He believed it was right to sing
Especially for they that could not sing
The dumb or the cowards who’d never sing
In the hope that no one would tell they could sing
Yet he continued to ‘badly’ sing
Till he perfected the art to sing

Still in the train he sang
Amidst insults he sang
Competing with birds he sang
As he sat with his song-haters he sang
Too loudly, I tell you he sang
It became too difficult to assume that he sang

Sooner than later the celebrities saw
That the man cut their dream with saw
Even they that hated his singing saw
He never their cynicism and criticism saw
There once was no one the village saw
Who’d sing like this man they saw

The village wanted song
Yet they had rejected the man for long
In belief that it was he that was wrong
But relentlessly the reject became strong
Built by the takers of his dreams thorn
The village now began to his voice long

Was it not he that they had rejected?
Was it not his voice they rejected?
Was it not his dream they persecuted?
Was it not way they intentionally obstructed?
Was it not he that remained least distracted?
Was it not his weakness that critics constructed?