And meet the stars
up in high places.
I will beat up poor education.
and bash the skull of inequality.
They will not reign over me.
I will sing a farewell song
to my oppressors.
My children will laugh at them.
One day I will soar
high above the fields.
No more hiding under my bed.
No more dark clouds over my head.
My wings, my wings,
they will be called ‘education’
I will fly with the wings
of an African Eagle.
They will raise me up and carry me.
Be a solace for me and my offspring.