WHICH WAY OUT?

When all friends had gone far away

The enemies devoured on our futures so bright

Trials and temptations had become so elaborate

Tougher times resumes in fixity

Like warriors, let’s not be treated with pity

Neither must we succumb to wearisome

Nor give rooms to impatience and imperfections

Hatred may soon, out of my life find its way

Now that for love, all I owe I have paid

And if even traumas like wind blow ceaselessly

I shall be like a wind vane, ever ready

I shall rekindle my fervours and determination

And fight ill-lucks and condemnations

With all the living blood of my fortune

Even when misfortune visits like a cyclone

I shall keep my household protected

All from the corridors of destiny destroyers

Let’s just pray our song sings louder