Every breath is a gamble,
Innocent are robbed of lives by greed,
God's sky has split apart,
Fly away, little birds
This world is unworthy of you,
Fly away, little birds
Your swing burns like a funeral pyre;
Your protectors sentence you to death,
God's sky is split apart,
Fly away, little birds
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Author:
Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2025 00:07
- Comment from author about the poem: It's saddening that most politicians leave people and children to die due to their greed of money. Instead of promoting the health and well-being of their people, they amass wealth for themselves and their families.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
A powerful write about the never ending push of the rich and powerful at the expense of all others, Well written
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