FALCON IN A CAGE

It is not my period
Of era and age
It is the time
Of scuttled salvation ship
The crew and their foolish pirate
And their miserable crimes
In pathetic land of Sudan
I am a Pass Finder and patriot
Holding the key of wisdom
Of old great nation
Of Napata and Kush
My soul is a falcon
In a muddy cage
It travels upon age and time
My soul is free
It sur-mounted with green loans
Of creative and glee
To mountain of Alburkal
Where prince Kaliot
The wise son of king Piye
His whispering on the antic stones
Sound in my ears
"this my massage to all
Grandsons and ancestors
That come after me
From done to dusk
With beginning and end
My words are gems and jewels
They never gone
With the wind".