Sit by my side on a thrown of thorns
Sip a toast to a battle I lost
Where I hadn't fought
A heart-broken and mind rotten
Words spoken and promises forgotten
Drink this poison 'tis not forbidden!
Neither by mind nor rusty religion
We're now winners of loss and oblivion
And Let me tell you!
Dare not laugh of an unfledged Crow...
of a torn wing "fly" he made a vow
Let's sip the tasty antidote
of god's will and devil's plot
...Dance on fiery land but Not
Forget ‘tis not our land
For ‘tis what we won in a battle lost
Cry not my crow for a loss of a hand
For...we stood summer and collapsed in autumn
#African Poet & Author