**Heavens gate look tall,
Taller than me and my very behind,
My behind is lost, lost in the woods,
No hope to return ,no hope of reborn
I live everyday wishing , like birds
I live everyday hoping like beggars
I grew up only to realize that I'm broke
I grew up not in poverty but as poverty
Many days I hawk on the streets
Many times I slept under bridges
Like bird in the dense, like lions in the nest
I was busy looking for my fortune
Oh life, are thou not fair to me
Oh God are thou so cruel to me
Only my inherited homestead is left
That's the only thing papa kept
I always thought life was made of Roses
Oh But now I know life is made of crisis .
My cosmos have been invaded
With Homo sapien of anarchy
With ambassadors of poverty
Subjection and inhumane tyrants
Faces like angels, minds like deity
They Work in Africa, sleep in America.
I was told western education is important
Wondering the woods, clumping the street
At the expense of hope, I got an education
At the evidence of joy, I felt a liberation
Two decades after all I see is frustraton.
Oh mummy when will I wear long sleeves
Long-sleeve with white collar and a skin
Oh mummy when will I wear long trousers
When will I sit on a four wheelded tire cage
When will I also fly in a sky house like birds
Oh mama When will I send you Penny and coins
When will I buy you linen,cotton and whiskey
Your grave yard will I adorn with gold
Your burnt huts and tent will I refurbished with clay.
**All these and many more will I do,
If only and only if I live , if only I don't die
Birds will cross the road without having their motives questioned .
starfishes will walk and pigs will swim** .