Dont cry, mama!
I feel the pain than you,
Stand to your knees, papa!
Ices are melting in my veins too
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Hells are blazing in mine brain Mama, breast your crying baby again Dry your teardrops, mama! Someone is banging on God's door Change from bondage. A heart breaking prayer to God Crying before mum. Mum becomes a symbol of the protection of God. tony
I'm speechless with only a second to utter one word..Fantastic! ! ! !
Unfortunately, much of Africa doesn't get much press here. It is a shame and an outrage. I wish you strength and happiness
i can relate well enough with your writing, we all in this part of the world do. but there is always a ray of hope to look upon as your poem points out. i too have writen a couple of laments over the past few days about the goings on. The future is bright howbeit
Really a poignant bit of poetry written in verse with rhythmic splendour. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Ebuka.