Finney Ojong Poet Rhyme

Survival Amidst the Struggle

THIS WORLD CORNERS MY HEART WITH FEAR
AGAINST SOME MANLY STRIFES SO HARD TO BEAR
WHEN LOVE ONES ARE SO DISTANT THAN NEAR
JOY AND SURVIVAL ARE SUSPENDED IN NIGHTS OF DOUBT
TRAMPLED FEELINGS, I DARE NOT SEARCH ABOUT
WHEN MOM AND DAD ARE SO FAR FROM HERE
TO OFFER PERISHING KIDS SOME TENDER CARE

THIS DREAD OF SOLITUDE IS SO REAL
LIKE THE TALES OF HELL WE TELL
IN SOME SUPPERLES DESPAIRS, MOUTHS WITHOUT MEAL
TO MAKE ENDS MEET IS NOW A HECTIC DEAL
TO US DYING IN THE STRUGGLE BY TWISTING THE WHEEL
THIS IS HOW PEOPLE LIVING IN THE POVERTY FEEL
WHEN OUR BLISTERED PALMS BEGIN TO PEEL

EXISTENCE HERE IS SPENT IN HOURS OF TOIL
WHEN THE TUSSLE CALLS FOR TILTING THE SOIL
UNTIL THE HOPE IS RESTORED TO ALL
WHEN WE SHALL SEE THE FACE OF GOD WE CALL
AFTER WE SHALL ONE DAY FALL
THE HARVEST OF LIFE SHALL BESTOW UPON US THE JOY
TO END THE NIGHTS OF TURMOIL

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DM Babbit October 17, 2018 at 10:45 AM I see time repeating. Just when things seem to change … FORWARD EVER BACKWARD Excellent presentation.

Jerry T Curtis August 25, 2018 at 7:19 PM I believe the nights of turmoil could end, if only the spoiled ungrateful citizens in this country would realize and appreciate what they have and work fervently for those who have to suffer real suppression. This is a great poem Finney