Some days sink our spirits
Sombreness and gloom dog our heels
We sigh in the evening
Sick with melancholy
We struggle against the bulwark
Askari's breastplate serves us for shield
The healing of our souls
Will bring relief
Sparing a thought for Harmattan's glow
And the hills above our heads
We see the birds as they call us to join
Their spirited flight
Lekeleke is our crony
We call to her in the sky
Give us white fingers we say
And we will give you black.
samuel nze
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-days-sink-our-spirits-2/
