Where Change met me

He evade our darkness

While we were in the wilderness,

Machete all the mosquitoes in the matter

Turned our rivers of blood into water,

Unarmed the nectaring bees

from the honey beds

Bailed us from the hives

And asked us to run for our lives

We were circumcised,

And though we had capsized;

drown drunk dead in the flood

of the rivers of innocent blood.

Buying and selling private properties

in public places –

Change found me in the roam

And brought me home