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What music are you playing for the dying souls? You blind horns. You kept your home secured with an iron gate while you left your tools with an armor of destructions. You sang songs of promises, while your tools cows of destruction dances into wine and left their tomorrow under contempt. Power does not go to the grave, sing songs of good works because power is just a visitor to men.

Can you machine me to fit into those dreams i always dream about. can you machine my eyes that i could possible see my back? can you machine my legs ? that i could walk more faster than those big cat in the forest can you machine my hands to become univasal that I could do all things without failure. can you machine my brain to become more than a genius, solving problems without endering the life of that innocent soilder. Do not machine my dark skin because is isolator against fear and weekness teacher teacher kindly machine because my dreams is to be in big palace making some compatible mechanical decision to end the stress of mankind. thank you.

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.