THE OYSTER HAS NO PEARL

I have searched every where

I have dwelt in the dark just to catch my lottery

Leaned on invisibles to catch my imagination

Clasped on my energy to have products

Drenched my mind in dissatisfaction

So I can search for what my eyes won’t hold

My leaders have nothing else but a deaf ear

But worse still are the lead

They won’t let me utter

They are silent in psycho-torment

Because they will not let free their passion

They have depleted all my remedies

So they say the African child is dim-witted

I follow my master of the past decades

The whip is inevitable

Hunger sustains my body

Until I yield loss

From the efforts that I cast.