No one like him,
unexemptional from heaven,
he scantly looks at me,
thatched up on the pavement,
knocks me down,
claimimg to be in a hurry,
for the good of me,
An angel he is,
2 packed flours,
to last a month,
then left to fed on castles,
made by this incarnate devil,
he squanders all,
feeding on the air,
that only i can achieve.
slapped with bottles,
sandwitched between giants,
compressed and detered,
is the expensive price i pay,
to reach this angel,
i once saved
calls me desperately,
at the time of harvest,
to summon all,
for the good of his souk,
and to stuck him in his position,
yet he strangles my neck,
deprive thy air
while shutting my mouth
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: the poem focuses on various themes, my intended theme was to bring out how politicians look down upon those who elected them and those who campaigned for them.at first they appear to be angles then later they forget and when again its elections they remember the people.later i went through it and i saw it could also symbolise a toxic relationship. the poem is open to any interpretation
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Well done, Isa. This poem, as I read it, speaks of abuse done to someone helpful. A sad but true reality for some. Well executed. I can feel the emotions in this. 🌹👏
Yes thanks
You are welcome, my friend! If you are the one abused, I am deeply sorry you have gone through that. People can really suck. Again, this is a brilliant poem, my friend! ❤️🩹
Such a powerful and thoughtful poem about the sacrifices of the people due to politicians.
Thanks and It can also be interpreted as abusive relationship
Oh yeah, the very good depiction of pain, emotionally and physically. A great poem for many interpretations.
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