A Captain's Wish

I am a prisoner of war
Captured in the course of fighting for my land
So sad is it that I may not be back
To fulfil my pledge of redeeming Africa’s pride

Out alone in the night I’ll stand

To keep watch over my foreign colleague-master
The metal barrel I cling unto my hand
To fight against any possibly occurring disaster

Under the comfort of my handiwork he lays

While my blood the poor mosquitoes feed on
There I would stay till the first crow is heard
Before I return back to my bed cage cell

But I know it shall not end like this

As long as I see the earth rotate round the sun
As I look forward to that new dawn
When I would sit at the bar sipping Vodka
Reflecting on the past memories which would be history