FixAfrica

THE DREAMER’S CHAINS You can chain up my soul please But free the demons in me. I am bound and yet I am free. I feel trapped-unleash me! Let me be the cascading waterfall that flows from the mountain deep, The feather that contests with the whirling wind and the firefly that dares to outshine the blazing sun. Set me free or I will cry a river full until it erodes the flesh of my vision. My dreams cannot go putrid like poultry Yes! Let my dreams flounce. For what is the world without dreams? Dreams that cannot ran wild And bounce And flounce.

RAT ALERT I watched with undivided attention as they scampered into the cracked walls, Through the crevices, pipes and metals that had gone rusty and old. Their legs trembled from the weight of their grateful stomachs that had been filled with booty from the rotten spoils of the trash can. Two brothers, devoted to each others well being But wrecking and rummaging through the business of men. Their beady eyes shone with mischief, for they had no cares at all. They sneered from the dark corners they called home At men who bothered with clothes and technology -Trends and burdens. Yesterday brother one scurried below their feet, Sending chills and stirs through the spines of the bravest men. The stink that emanated from their body was their secret weapon for survival. I don’t know how long they have lived here, Under the shadows of this mighty fortress. But I applaud their bravery! Little rats who dare to contest with men. For they too call this f...