Who can fathom who we are
Sometimes distant some time far
Stumbling like a drunkard in the dark
Behaving as is if life is a lark
Let’s get serious and give it a thought
While we face the battle others have fought
Poverty,shame and all what nought
Wondering how emotional freedom can be bought
Listen closely to what is being taught
And the result that rash decisions has invariably brought
Facing problems that our hands has caused
And look for answers to live as we ought
Shake off the stupor or you will get caught
In pain and misery with learning fraught
Feeling punched and without support
Failing miserably in your own court
MARYANN BOSAH 