FAMILY

FAMILY

Rainy days, sunlights counselled by the warmth of the leaves, hidden treasures in the depth of rivers, seas, forever tells the story of connections.

Embraced by the warmth of the Savannah's density, on and on the Sahara goes, here I am, eyes slightly opened, receptive of love. Where should I then purchase same, if same is lost to same again,?, blood, speaks falsehood, betraying passion and cause. When will love triumph again?

WHEN THE SOLDIER SINGS

WHEN THE SOLDIER SINGS by Shabazz

Screaming, the shouts of a thousand lion roars, like raindrops, heard from a thousand miles, the soldier sings.

He sings a song understood by no ordinary man, eagles outstretched hands, covering seas, lands, as he speaks the language of his pain.

And as he sings,wars he wins, battles lost without nothing gained.
His voice, echoes struggles that he triumphed, and his tentacles is felt by ordinary men, even some transformed to kings, when the soldier sings.