By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I stand accused
Accused of being too kind
I sacrificed my life
Without sparing any part
To save mankind
Now I`m paying for it
With my own blood.
My cup of tea is not infused
But I know I`m not out of my mind
Even if I was being mortified by strife
Any time,any where,I`m ready to start
Hoping I won`t again be blind
Yet you`re alone to have the ray lit
Me,I`m marooned herewith my cross to plod.