I Don'T Know !
If he ever knows at all
It means he does not know
Knowing is a thing off the mind
Only of the minds of who cares to know.
I once met him who says he knows not
For all he thinks he knows was the unknown
In the land where the fear of the unknown is known
The land full of honey, milk and tons of thorns
I never knew he knows not that he knew
For whenever he is asked if this land was once blessed
All that he mouths to the crowd is that he knows not
But we knew that he was once a known coward unknowingly
Those who refuse to know of yesterday became the unknown
When the tons of thorns of today came knocking hard on them
We all chorused we don’t know if they are being fed with thorns
For they pretend not to know when our land became sour.
Alayande Stephen T.
1.30am
18th of April,2006
Meant for the cowards and the betrayals of our struggle.
Those who ought to speak out, but for the fear of the unknown
They sold the struggle and became prey for the known
Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2006
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