O the rock!
On the beggared habitation
Where our destinies drift like smoke
Journey in empty promises
Sceptre after sceptre
Do not query those stolen from independence
Where lies their fate
Their destination is known
Bones made dead from amalgamation
Pavements along the grave
Where music strangely sung
Played by fugitives
Soar in soured governance
No respite
No soothing
Nothing can be done
To change the tide of the sea
The ship has sailed beyond oblivion
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Author:
Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2020 18:18
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
an emotive write, though bleak its wrapped tight with a thin veil of hopeful prayer, for an end to the suffering its depicts
Dear L. B. Mek,
It is absolutely emotive. With no hope I'm sight to the suffering depicted, it is deliberate to capture it in the poem.
Thank you for your appreciation.
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