`AXE CHILE'

`AXE CHILE'
I won't turn to stop
Though...
My skin's pale and grey
Am out in the rain...
I feel the touch of my soul
I stiffen my upper lip to the pinch
A pinch painful to wake me up..
My book is stained...with black ink
Of isolated  burial grounds

You can't see my sparks fly...
Hole in my pocket,hole in my head
In those holes there's hope to carry on
My scope has been narrowed
I ain't a dingy shebeen!!!
I sink in my lake of apathy
With no feeling of sympathy
Getting dark in this heart of mine
Where there's no hope with me to dine
"Guilty feet...no rhythm  to the tune"

    Oh friend... This isn't an enigma
    Or anything to cause you trauma
    Backbreaking determination just...
         "...Don't forget my name..."

                           ( `AXE CHILE' )
                          Adhiambo Agoro