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Dream of Reflection In the quiet of the night I was dead to the world about my flesh My soul was taken on a journey To the realm of the spirit Which controls the physical In my sleep I had a dream My dream was a mirror In which I saw myself - my pitiable self I rolled on the ground at the mercy of my oppressor He had the gun, he had the power I dared not see his eyes Lest he shoot out my brains For mercy I pleaded, I begged for his understanding But he had none I trembled at his orders He made me kneel on muddy waters I rolled on the floors of the streets Before the eyes of the entire world I was humiliated, bullied, I called for help But none could save me from the oppressor I saw my wretched condition Played before me like from a screen It was a dream of reflection 2 Now who shall resque me From the heartless hands of my oppressor I am more wretched than the apostle I am a prisoner fettered Suffering strong whips Tearing my skin and heart Wounding every ounce of my flesh and soul... - Oghenero Ezaza
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 15:31:55 +0000

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