By the side of echelon of living
I camp with hope
Awaiting crumbs from the generals’
plates
Against my due rights –
O Abremuong! render me a chance
To gather in time the whispered
echoes
As I lay siege to the threshold.

Let measurement of my lofty experi-
ences
Trust in references
Along footprint of the masters
Let my voice bring out those mes-
sages
Of truth and love to every ear
Like a player in a play house
Before the watchers