KEEPING THE BRIDGE

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I am the front door fence
The barricade of fodder and hay
Stood here until thy kingdom comes
Just to hold the bridge
Single single handed
I seek no assistance
And demand no apology
I will stay it out
Even if it means
The ultimate price
I will neither be the first nor the last
So, help me God.

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