A Ravaging Downpour
A ravaging downpour,
At destruction not pour;
In farms a chainsaw,
Trees punching their core,
On many leaving a sore
All your cries from bare floor!
Muddy water in drains,
Obvious from speeding trains.
My face notes these with pain
But never Evil judges The Rain.
If I be upset “What Gain?”
Still, A loser in the main!
Gathering closer her aggrieved silk,
A dame starts mourning The Spilling Milk:
A woman whose man is no farmer;
Lips are rather proclaiming Snake Charmer!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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