IN HIS HEAD (Poetry Series)
POEPISODE 3 Final series “Journey with me to my head of old Meet iyonda my playful gate keeper She rolls in flowery plains Like a laughing hyena she cries Gazing at her broken water pot She thinks of the whips that await her And wishes she could be here forever So i make her my head’s gate keeper In here no whip can touch her But iyonda do me solid, get up and sing! Calm my storm with heavens melody Straight to sweet victoryville And as for you victorville Sweet God of victoryville Show me all is not in my head, a dream If i make a vow of cooperation Will my cup fill? And on my bread a spread of cream? Life like victoryville, a place to conquer Victoryville you are in my head and my pride On this land i will not rush and if i do its to build a church With drums and trumpets and Cymbals and tambourines Can you however wait till the corrupt perish? Then life will be mine Sink or swim they expect the best from me Oh Great deity show me all is not in my head. T...