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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required INFERNO As I watched from far away, Under the sun sending down its rays, Not willing to stare any longer, And about to find my way out, I noticed the earth trembling, Followed by a cacophony, Temperature rose in a flash, Behold it was a volcano, Red molten flowing down from its cone, Arable down destroyed, The reddish molten was like blood, Blood of Slavery. When will hearts of men be one? Being different from none, Humans being callous to another, For exploitation of others, Like a lion that turneth not away from its prey. Captured with alluring promises, With goodies and pleasantries, Men became victims of circumstances, Minds anticipated life with good fortunes and feature, But least they never knew, That their thoughts were all fiction. Disastrous like a sirroco, Blew the winds of the deserts, Their human nature became weary, Without any proper attention given, Covering many miles, Of which some lost their lives. Seeing the anguish of men, I rhapsodised about the fate of lives, That were experiencing onslaught, My heart was deeply exasperated, Seeing how lives were siphoned like liquid, The famished ones died away, And the sands of the desert buried their bodies. On the Mediterranean they voyaged, Endangering lives of youthful age, They were like unpreserved cabbage, Experiencing the sporadic fierce tempest, The extreme cold nights, Accompanied with empty stomach, Leading their skin to take the hue of an oak, In juxtaposition with a mahogany. Nostalgic feelings came, The care and love shown to them at home, Created in their hearts a hole, Which can only be filled by hope, Their condition was like perdition. ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
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