Poem Of The Day: Humanity !
Foggy dawns; cold nights
Pneumonia infested bones
plagued by rheumatism
and pangs of starvation
drum like agbadza beats.
Worn out faces looking awry
whips lash at backsides
wailing deep from within.
Bones become knives,
cutting through flesh.
Where have we faltered?
Blistered feet and tattered flags
adorn beautifully.
Hopeless, Helpless, Jobless
Not even a sur name,
Lost identity; lost in action
Gargantuan loads on the backside
titanic tears flow
worms feed on open wounds
aristocracy spits in the face
How… Helpless?
Yes… But not hopeless.
Woelinam King-George Dziewornu-Norvor
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