Gutter To Gutter
Born in palace of the best
you can still see the skin
smooth and shining show
the teeth bright and white
But something happened
palace was burnt to ashes
smoke still smells in the air
cloth he wears bears marks
The traces of the tragedy
came as a thief in the night
dwellers were unaware
of return journey in offing
Born in gutters rejoice not
when silvery your life shouts
without care back you can go
no one is immune from fate
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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