The Hiccups of the Valleys

The thousands of words pain of imagination which improvised the parch of life to itchy sky, the foods is mudslides to the sadden caskets of corpses lying unattended, in the morning where they monitored to acidic The ceramic of thoughts parches of imagination group of fact finding gluing by the fire exchanging stories, history of lives so fresh in their memories like the vultures covering the cloud of helmed of fathers. Now the ends of Ebola to new era of mountains of nightmare hiccup of the hills and valleys at the center of cry, the shadow of death dubious actions Invitation of mourners lining up, water meant to entertain throats shining drink that cuts the trunks of trees and swept mud rolled down to the true generation of tomorrow to basement of fallen heroes to the feeling of lofty debris of death. The nation shaded their only treasures to the rubble of hills granites of pillows, the rapture of once called city of our own to the leak of the sky cloud of corpses waiting for identification to sound of euphemism to insignia on their faces The media molested the dignity of our nation pride to the fence showing the world the pain was buried down to the earth, the name they painted pictures cloud of degrading your neighbour to the media dilute of understanding and lack of online etiquette and allotment shame on you. Buried in the shape of valley swallowed by Cinderella of waves, banged the hope mama ‘Salone’ draining to the drench to the hope of nation to naught swirl rivers of cry tantamount billions memories hijacked the love of one another to anoint bodies lying down to brink of calls that never been answered by the valley of Regent shroud to plastic bags.