Sunday, June 26, 2016

Hungry Men Comments

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A: Earth hear the rhythm of my pale voice and bliss my throat with oil.
B: What more anguish can bedevil man than hunger.
A: Not even a single nut nor a common rice to boil.
B: Here we are wallowing in the pit of where our necks continue to grow longer.
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Olajide Timilehin
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Menato San 27 June 2016

Woow it's very good poem.Thanks for sharing

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