Freedom
The word freedom is a guilt
due to its somehows and whys
even nature mirrages so
family of months and days
as one yet, it is such apt
to melt, methought stone is hard
October year has good views
if it is fancied as supposed
and let that a turning through
and same number four year an
even a better of two?
let in summer and winter
the earth is a fine nature
of a place to behold love
if the object is peace here
peace here and there or throughout
a journey one that should be kept....
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2021
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