The sun seems to last in a writer's heart
Shedding the voices locked inside
To the hill taken is a message to the wind
Blind in thought, but open in mind
Yet the sky may be out of reach
To the world, there is a message to preach
All night the heart seeks retribution
For a world heading into destruction
A writer sees the world through his heart
A fool standing for what’s right
He is the voice on the street until he dies
His comfort sacrificed for the hopeless
He stands for a world inequality is not tolerated
A good life for all, under the sun and cloud
He seeks not a heart honor-bound
The ambition of a writer is to be heard
All Right Reserved (c) Akan E. Udofia 2015
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