Woe of a Bottle
A bottle sat on a table and thought;
in me beer is poured all day
no share is given to me
no respect is given to me
they drink and dance
but I am thrown away on the floor
when they are tipsy and staggering
angry ones break my back on the wall
fighting one another for reasons
I know not!
These woes I suffer silently
One day I will rise up
all beer poured in me
all contents forced into me
I’ll vomit and disappear
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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