Men's Talk Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

Side by side
Freedom walk us!
In talk, we slowly rush,
Now what is that you hide.

We walk daily this talk:
Our land must be free,
Free, totally it needs to be,
Our song must sing when awoke.

Let's move over that grove
And pray to the pastors
Whom our land fed with green pastures
And mean our talk of the move.

Our hearts heavily fall;
The blisters need be broken.
The pus out must come in the open
So that amidst know the foul.

This is a men's talk.
No man less than men must despise
Talk may be our only price
To pay open a freedom's lock.