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inside the jail he wager and swager digging and pouring words for the beauty of tommorow free the bottle let the people bubble without the bottle the people will stumble. the bottle sees beyond the bottles while the big gates of the prison stumble. Free the bottle let the people bubble without the bottle the people will stumble. the bottles did not make the bottle to stumble rather the prison gate stumble while the people bubble free the bottle let the people bubble without the bottle the people will stumble.

You had drawn this war to my door step and you think i will run away like a wipe dog. I thought you were there with me! All the sweet words and promise were just to get me into this struggle. When i need you most, you were no were to be find but my in stings tells me you had gone with your enemies. Why do had to treat me this way, you know i cannot runaway from this war, now that it has come. Can you remember we promise to be by each other even when the storm become stronger? You abandon me when i need you most , you abandon me to the dust and termite in the street, while i cover my face like an idiot before a prey. I wish this baby should not look like you, because i don't want to see your face not to be deceive into war again.

  Feed them with that roasted bread, feed them with that dry beans that i cooked yesterday. Tell them this is what i have tell them not to forget how we cooked our meals with those logs that are wet with tears. Tell them it is enough to go insane when all you have is just a dry bread that no longer dissolve in water. And the voices of your younger ones echoes outside the windows. let them eat what i have ,it is for today that tomorrow will be better and great. 

Before my eyes creep down endless tears power for the people now moved with the tyrant words which sang the glory of the people enslaved the people.Who will fight for the people when some tyrantst seek for position. No welfare for the people yet they smile like dog before the oner MEANING of this poem. Power should be handled by respected people.

The cries of sparrows strengthen my mind and broaden my thinking. They woke up with beautiful echos thanking the most high of its glory. They sang songs which we cannot comprehend, but my in stings tells me they pray, as they woke up this beautiful morning. They pray against the hocks and vultures, they  pray against Mr uche's trap, they pray against kayodes's arrow. They sang songs which we cannot understand but my instings tells me they pray, they pray for their daily bread. Tell my people to join the sparrow, even if they don't understand, but i do. Tell them to join the chorus. The hen couldn't sing, the hen could not pray, her chicks prey for the hocks and vultures. The sparrows have their day, beautifully they multiply,because they pray to the most high.  

  The world is under your feet yet  you labor for your daily bread, every step you made are path to wealth,   from present discovery your  excrete are crude in barrels. Your spittles are photosynthese  of ideas among creatives,   Your strength gives hope to  the dying while your smile end the tears of mourners.   Yet your hope like the dense forest  where your children hide their faces from the challenges  of innovation.

  An opportunity for the rat and cat to dine together has come but mother rat had warned her restless rat how far they should go in this banquet of receiving gift from a long feared neighbor   💔wow! this decimated unity should be considered for the progress of tomorrow, like the relationship between the hook and the fish.   But sister joy had never kept her face angry, how can she smile without exposing her teeth while millions of lions are waiting for an opportunity to get a pray.   However she train them to use the dog thoery by staring at each gift before bringing them home. Its just this day keep a mile away from the cat for the cat is cruel and go long with the sheep that owns a shepherd.