This ain't a fiction.
But a section of a listed past.
So don't get it twisted like Hurricane Katrina.
Allow me to tantalise your fantasy with a tale
so true, so blue, yet so sweet.
I was born a common man, like common sense in the beautiful land
of Africa.
As a people we are Kings and Queens. But take caution, cuz as a
nation we are divided. The government corrupted, the people crippled.
Radicalists making life so radical. Thats just the way it is.
But as common as a moth to a flame, let me open your eyes so you can see the light that we can dare dream bigger than life itself or make our imaginations take flight.
So don't make light of you opportunities, but make light of your worries, cuz it's better to be safe than sorry.
By Chrispin Johnson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, CJay. this poem is very interesting. 'seeing through our eyes' this is a very good piece. i'd love to read more. ~Love Hazel G.E