Some journey, some burden
In the root of my soul
I bear with bright face
While the heart churn grief
En-route Port-Harcourt
Owerri my departure
I contemplate on my ass
The story I must tell
Lodged painfully in my mind
This November of twenty second
In wit for Mr Pilot
My spirit debate against self
How to open my lid made heavy
To the church and landlord
Neighbours. partners and friends
That untie Charity is no more
(Thursday 22nd November,2001,8.14m)
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I would like to translate this poem
Burden! ! ! Grief of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sad loss. Thanks.