I see rain
I hear a flood
Yet, no man runs
I am no clergy
This is not a prophecy
But this shall come to pass
The banks swells
The skies darkens
Street hawkers didn't buldge!
Bizarre year it is
Fishes crawling to land
What do we call this?
Nightmare or daydreaming?
The picture is clear
The coast is murky
Our nation is in a trance!
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Author:
leke (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2022 00:22
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Comments1
First off welcome! Great job with this hope you continue. This gives me a feeling that something really bad is about to happen around the corner, but I have no idea what feeling.
Thank you!
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