The African's Song (Tas: Part 4) Poem by Joshua Adeyemi
The African's Song (Tas: Part 4)
What a skin!
Full of unprecedented
glows, like that of his kin.
But now disfigured on
the seat of others atmosphere.
None!
no more fun, but gun
no more life, but strife
no more peace, but kills
life
gun
kills
all works for one!
But rise again, oh skin
retrieve thy glorious fins.
Re-point the gun
and make of them fun.
C.2017
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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5/3/2024 2:45:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for the encouragement friend.