Peace
It seems like not all the times the woods may be fresh
and tender and muster glitter
thus political war brokenness has become something
like rumour or whisper or mirrage.
Can we not find a passion to reject gross fascinations
and drugging abuse?,
can we not find for instance how fast the rebellion vile
leader is thinking at the moment?, or how perhaps
it might have been a wonderful story memory?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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