Today I stood up very early
Before the lights and rays
Flooded this sphere
The land of unripe lemons
Where owls glide along the banks
Like silent river ducks
Today, I mourn
The morality of my beloved country
It has officially plummeted to zero
What will our children learn from this?
Owls dance everywhere
They own the upper chamber
Spreading their presence
Like residents of a toilet
Extending greedy hands for loot
While inflated balloons
Fill their empty bellies
It has officially plummeted to zero
How will our mothers survive?
The lower chamber lacks
Insects dwell in quarrels and doubts
Birds and animals strive for better or worse
Lack has claimed its presence
Mothers have nothing to carry back
For their children and the disabled
Oh, God!
What will our children say?
Today, I mourn
The morality of my beloved country
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Author:
Benard Oluoch (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 15th, 2023 11:30
- Category: Sociopolitical
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