Day 15: Story

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This is my story:

Exalted by the riches of poverty

To a stunning ledge of breathtaking wonders

Where I stand and survey wealth by fear conquered.

Steeped into iniquity from birth

It doesn’t alter the fact I’ve been programmed from the start.

Unhurried in rising but mounted on pinions.

Like a solitary tear of joy,

Lonely but never in despair.

I stand boldly before forces harmless to destroy

Reconstructing the ruins of hope deferred

Stirring up into fiercest flame a dying flair.

The difference of one man

Raising an army as vast as the dunes of the Sahara,

Accomplishing the soul's singular errand.

Until my job is done,

Until I come through with a song,

I can't back down.

I'm not gonna pack up and leave town.

I gatto keep standing strong

Until my strength is used up.

Cause it won't be long

Before my story is told,

Before an army that would overturn the world

Is raised from the rubble

By the simple details of my struggle.

Akpan