Sammy's Cry Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Here the weekend end
i wish that i was dead
Another week to bend
the path i always dread.

Drooning, soon, will start
for five a many days
sure to play a part
i dread for many years.

'market' sing the sun
i trampled all the way
many caught the fun
i kneel in silent pray

I need a time to spare
an hour two or three
lost in this dispair
like fruit on rotten tree

i sweat for one I.B
whoi hardly knew i am.
the person i might be
wont start off like a ram.