As long as,
There is injustice,
And galled prejudice,
One child who can't be educated,
A poorly attended pregnancy gone complicated,
As long there is one unsaved soul,
To reach them I give you my sole,
Let me be at the fore front,
Let me be at the front lines even in the face of affront,
Let me be your soldier against ills,
Let me be your vehicle of good,
Let me be the fountain head of your spring of provision,
Take my next breath,
Take my next thought,
Take my next move,
Even if it were the last,
Yes Lord let somebody breathe easier,
Because I lived.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
