A Step Back to Egypt
I wasn't a native in the land, but I blended in
wasn't a place I called home, but I dwelt it
simply a misfit trying to fit in
a victim of circumstance
a weakened soul that knew no resistance
adapted to the cruelty and swore my allegiance
In the mist of the pain I found closure
despite the stress, i took hold of my composure
My true self hidden in a chained enclosure
I survived the tyranny
sorrowful songs were the only company
but in all the agony i remained a faithful slave
convinced that the only alternative was to be brave
Freedom was far from a delicacy I could crave
Then you came
with hope engraved all over your name
Rescued me from the land of shame
Fed my hungry tummy with the attention I never had
Pointed the way to freedom, where i could be glad
Watered my withered Love garden
and welcomed my torn heart into your haven
I beg of you please!
Take a tight grip of this hand, to never release
From a distance I see Pharaoh with a swarm of chariots like bee's
I give you my heart and soul to encrypt
I can't take a step back to Egypt
Copyright © Steven Mwakatundu | Year Posted 2024
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