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Pallbearers dancing to the bank As deaths keep on soaring high Who knows the crimes of the dead? Except the unseen hands of creation. Sickness ravages the souls of men Children pleading for more years Who cares about their yearnings? Only the dying mothers. Famine saddens the hearts of All Pests smile towards the crops Who can salvage the situation? The Guardian of the yields beckons. Babies cry for food, shelter and water Markets are closed to All Floods impede movement As the wailings continue. ©June 2020
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
Dying Souls by Uzo Okoli
Pallbearers dancing to the bank As deaths keep on soaring high Who knows the crimes of the dead? Except the unseen hands of creation. Sickness ravages the souls of men Children pleading for more years Who cares about their yearnings? Only the dying mothers. Famine saddens the hearts of All Pests smile towards the crops Who can salvage the situation? The Guardian of the yields beckons. Babies cry for food, shelter and water Markets are closed to All Floods impede movement As the wailings continue. ©June 2020
Prayer for the deprived.
Uzo
Written by
M/Lagos
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
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