RISE FROM THE ASHES OF DEFEAT by Jamiu Ahmed

RISE FROM THE ASHES OF DEFEAT

(An African child II)

I am the water lettuce

Floating on the surface 

of water, blown from north

south, east to west

By the heavy winds of life

I am the silver-coated coin

Tossed up & down Into the sky

By brute fingers and tyrant rulers

I am the giant egg of a dragon

With shell so tough like a ligament

Smashed on the face of the rock

By the inevitable burdens of life

I am that innocent African child

Stricken with unknown bullets

By ghost fighters In a gory battle

Left for vultures to feast on my body

Heavy feet stamped upon the bones

Now crushed back into grains of hope

Yes, I'm bruised but not broken

I am that little phoenix

Set on fire by callous hands

Now watch me burn into fine gold

& rise from the ashes of defeat

©® Jamiu Ahmed 

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