I know of a people abandoned,
whose dusk never turns to dawn,
light has refused to flush away their nights,
so their lives are lived in the hours of an owl;
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The poem hits home. It portrays a really terrible condition many of us ran away from and unfortunately still goes on in some parts of the world. Thank you poet for painting this picture of social injustice.
The sad Nigerian scenario where hen political class continually oppress the poor. Beautifully written. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.
Burning swamps! ! ! ! Fire! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.