A Race To Doom Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
A Race To Doom
When the waters of the city turns bitter
The berries of the field sour
The grapes rotten
The games of the forest stoney
And the people recoil from a bite and a taste
The time of the end is near
My soul cries for my country Nigeria
(Saturday 18/09/2021)
The care for one's country, the lamentation on its pathetic situation all so convincingly narrated. Touches one's heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/20/2025 11:46:13 PM # 1.0.0
I hope you and the rest of your country are better nearly a year later. : ) bri