The Sun In This Rain
Catastrophe!
catastrophe!!
catastrophe!!!
Our
land
so
much
holy
for
you
i
hear,
As
legs
running
helter
skelter;
Women
on
this
land
byeing
their
shelter.
Catastrophe!
Catastrophe!!
Catastrophe!!!
As
children
crying
for
dangling
breast-
in,In
like
the
men
fearless,fearing.Damsel
of
this
land
cannot
be
seeing.
Catastrophe!
Catastrophe!!
Catastrophe!!!
This
mansions
are
meant
for
me,Fearless
lion
why
picking
their
race,No
one
to
tel
me
why
all
this?
Catastrophe!
yet
not
catastrophe...Sun
in
this
great
rain:What
a
strange.
Copyright © Olatunji Samson | Year Posted 2014
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