When the rain kept falling
when it should have stopped
flooding the fields
before the harvest
When the birds kept crawling
when they should have fought
for a flight – they were born for
for a sight, their spirits longed for.
when the men kept brawling
over reasons so stupid
and the children kept following
eyes closed – hypnotized by reasons unreal!
i packed my bag…
and sneaked out onto this path
through the backdoor of this stage
for it holds hopes for my dream,
and a boat for my escape!