THE PEASANT’S PRAYER

How great am I to restore destiny.

    My fervent prayer is withheld beneath the limit but with huge humane.

    I combat for victory becomes futile.

    Oh! Creature, be gracious on my part

I travail for success to prevail but nature contends against me.

    Why me!

    My tears overflows like a furious ocean.

    My hope sparkles and twinkles in desperation higher above Mount. Everest.

Am in desperate need.

    Nature, rescue me from the sufferings that pursues me.

    Let the yoke of success triumph over failure

    And a huge fortune smile on me.

I pray thee Father!

    Let thy glory cascade on me.

    Till the eternal gateman accepts me.

And fill my soul with thy celestial fire.

CROWN OF TEARS .LINDA AMUZU COMS 16/01/0084

Am not sad or trying to be bad.

Oh land of our birth.

Hearken to the despair of my breath.

If  i have the zeal to taste your daily meal,let there be no death.

I travail for joy to prevail,but to no avail.

Oh land of our birth,as I wipe my tears against the bosom of the sea,let my request satisfy my  thirst with no curse.

You promised to permit me to fill my  purse.

But you denied me from achieving the best.

The crown of tears suggests my hunger.

But you consider it to be a social canker.

No worries,I will become a peasant in my chamber.

All the same,it doesn't matter.

Oh land of our birth,I pledge to thee.

My love and toil in the years to be.

Give heed to me  from wee  to pee.

And trust that the crown of tears will be wiped off by my friend Gee,before the key of plea 

Gets lost from me.