My Country Is My Sorrow
My country is a woman on the street
Birthing whore children
My country is a song
Bustle to choke my melodies
Her woes - lyrics & whore styles
Spray over my eyelids
Where in abject poverty
I lost my fleshes
We don't not know who the perpetrators are
The citizens - Governments
Youths - everyone
Corruption grows in its valley
In the shoulders of a demon
A country on it pulpit
No hope - No faith
I live in it a mere being
Paciolo Pen Saint
Copyright © Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare | Year Posted 2020
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