By Togba-Nah Tipoteh
I
Clip my wings
You monsterlings
And again they will grow stronger
To take me even higher
Away from your gangruinous grip
Far from your ganjar trip
II
Muzzle my shrill of morn
You son of a thorn
And my voice will grow stronger
To sign ever shriller
Bursting the ears of the monster
Soothing the soul of the struggler
III
Go ahead and cage me
Buguman that you be
And I will burst your Iron bars
To rise up through the skies
Freeing all Southbeach sands
And these in forested Belle lands
IV
For I am a Pepperbird
I am born to fly
I am freedom bound
And no one under the sky
Not even you monster man
Can hold down my freedom.
THE HAGUE
MARCH 1987
1987: From Siahyonkron Nyanseor’s Archive
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