My Saviour
My saviour
With the coming of the wind
I loosen my eyes
For them to take a feast
And with wings to my thoughts
They began to soar and rove
I begin to shudder
When i think of ebony
Squatter in distress
squatter without hope
All tears and tear
Seeing sighing alas whimpering
As her saviour walks past
Copyright © Ollakunle Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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