I Walk. Poem by CHINWENWA IBEH

AS I WALK THROUGH THE REEK,
THE LORD HAS BEEN THE ONE I SEEK.
I PRAY TO HIM DAILY,
TO COME TAKE AWAY WHAT MAKES ME WEARY.
PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE,
AND GRANT ME HIS GRACE.
AS I WALK ON,
TO WHERE I CAN FIND MY DIRECTION.
YEAH! I`M AMONG MANY THAT WISH,
THAT ONE DAY THIS SUFFERANCE WILL GET TO FINISH.
AND THERE WILL BE A SMILE,
EVEN IF IT IS FOR A WHILE.

I WALK THROUGH THIS ROAD
LIKE EVERYONE WHO DOES DAILY, WITH AN HEAVY LOAD?
IN SHOCK, IN THE MIDST OF THE WICKED.
OH! DAMN I`M STILL SELECTED.
WHY CAN I BE WITH THE JOY NOW?
WHEN I KNOW HOW,
HOW HARD IT HAS BEEN.
AND I HAVE SEEN,
THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE OF LIFE,
THE SCUFFLE OF TWO MEN WITH A KNIFE,
AH! IT IS SO BLOODY, SO UGLY.
AND NO ONE TERMS IT REAL,
BUT WHAT I FEEL,
MAKES ME ILL,
MAKES ME NAUSEOUS,
BUT I STILL WALK THROUGH THE MIDST,
OF THIS CALLOUS AND FACTIOUS MEN
WHO NEVER DO CARE? AH!