There Is A Path.. Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

There is a path like the odd street corner
Where dreams flutter like papers
When touched by the wild wind,
Maddened as they dance about their waists like they do in belly dance

There is a path like the old path
Where whips are lubricants to men
And dreams are tamed by the whips of misfortune

There is a path like that path
Where the birds know of a song
And the travellers sing of a song;
The song of the siren

We somehow came to walk on this path
And these two men came to be strangers to this whip;
The brave and the dead.

Only the brave among us dare to create a path on this dreaded land
Only the brave dare to hold tight when time writes to us a mockery letter, on this dreaded path
'Cause these whips can't tame the dreams of those whose dreams soar high in this madness;
Determination.