The Black Tree

 

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The chimming of the old rusty clock

Signalled it was time to begin

The compulsory but unpleasant race

We walked and searched

 through the streets of Prampram 

Each way,each street and each turn 

Brought about magical views and speculations

That was sparked with clarity and contempt

We only wanted equality and freedom;

Freedom that represented nothin

 but a chance to be better

We were not to blamed based on something 

We had no control over

The smells of harmattan surrounded us

As we rested on a fallen tree

The truth was dawned;

When the white clouds appeared

They destroyed the bodies and souls of us

And in the process;destroyed themselves

Our purpose was to bridge that gap

Sunlight rimmed the magnificent Chapel

Reflecting a better tomorrow

With a focus on our imagination

One thing we knew was that,

Nature did nothing Uselessly.