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Last Good Days of Innocence
Last good days of innocence He did came with no trace with no chain no fame no frame or mark of true repentance In skeletons of liquid pawns carved in satirical steer Streets bubbling enchanted in silence men wailing, choking, bundled like sardine strong drink is a mocker loneliness is a gradual death hunger is a conquerer of this earth men quarantined Khaki with arms walking watching and searching to fight disobedience but men can't eat air, hunger In the street lurks. At night men Of the underground with silence they scatter they ransack every nooks and crannies women wrapper opened lock wildly from her Can of safe are cowries bugle she screams in pain but to nobody Innocence is to innocent boys gone to obtain for the belly pockets must open sachets must be broken with the matches "Good she "gone bad" Hunger don't taste nice innocence is a title men locked inside with chains of fear can't decide what this tide wears they stretch run with their eyes while standing here with their feet looking like a lion on a pouncing game preying an antelope to eat loud streets wraps in pretence mosques sits quite Churches gone with God in trance clubs eat boredom as diet Cono!! what have you done to men of the west confidence in them is gone to den conscience has fallen from thier pockets Innocence is a title they tear the streets from house to house bungling every safe to feed feed from the ruins of the skeleton of the liquid pawn 23/4/2020 Pick -A- Title , Volume 16-free verse 2 Last good days of innocence Edward Ibeh
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