Solomon Ochwo-Oburu Poet Free verse

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

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Anne-Marie Coreggia April 16, 2017 at 9:55 AM Gutter to gutter, dust to dust . . . I'm gonna have to call you 'Solomon the Deep' "Mort n'épargne petit ni grand - François Villon" (Death spares no one). Another Fav, another 7:) Amitiés Solomon Ochwo-Oburu April 26, 2017 at 7:12 AM Wonderful teasing that gives me a lot of value! Anne-Marie, thanks a lot.