my feet are sore,
my soles are sore,
I gottat tell mama I can’t walk anymore,
there’s light at the end of the tunnel,
I should just take a rest,
many this pursuing tornado wouldn’t swallow me

there is a blizzard in my heart,
my mind burning like coal,
a ready lamb of fire,
I’m tired of studying,
when will I get there?
when will I be there?
the final resting place,
where I can forever smile in my sleep,
I have to be baptised in mudslides
to become the king of my own life?
no, I’m gonna watch TV
and drink away my life,
sounds VERY relaxing to me.
                              By Kakraba Afful