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the poet: Pascal Onyema







ENROUTE YONDER
In life, beyond life, a spirit thief
In yonder, no returning border
 The world, a worthless leader-chief
 A fire, in our hearts we wonder

Stand or stoop! Aspire or fall
 The future, as we know, bleak
Many lives spent behind the wall
Leaders-our chiefs bribery stick

Birds verse the melancholy
 Men, move or still, they watch
In light, yet darkness wholly
The children, we pet and touch

 Believe, the preachers wheel
Carried we are, with faith
 Moving hopelessly, no will
 Desired? We simply look up to fate

 Young, old and all, back to yonder
Yet with faith and believe we presume
 A place by fate or will should be better
 I write, not ink ceaselessly flow
 Like the Nile to the valley
 But because life only vain bestow
 Look deep, it is all folly

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