Let them eat and sorrow no more,
Let them sing who are torn,
Tomorrow comes like an armed man,
Feeble bodies don’t stand a chance.
Let them come out of the shadows,
For we’ll journey through these meadows,
Where some hearts failed and kneels fell,
For we’ll journey through its hell.
Let them come out of their abode,
There’s a highway before us,
It leads to Freedomville,
Only we must bear Courage’s seal.
Let them beat the drums,
Let us sing with one voice,
For today we have a choice,
Tomorrow may take us to the beyond.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.