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Voice of Agony
Beat me till they were exhausted
Scored me till they felt the pains
Heavy on their tongues, knocked
Me till they felt enough themselves
That’s how they ate up their free time
Everything good meant for me, these
Bullies seized it for their gains, life sake
Anything bad to them, they shoulder it
On my limp for I became there refuse
Bin and they sort be Queens and Kings
Anything done wrongly, vehemently I
Was pointed responsible for the wrong
Doing and all my good deed shuttered
Just neglected and ignored, days past
For all to be rotten in time... Victimised
To whom I report this tatty retention’s
Torrid times of my harsh life style awry
For father had long gone and was amid
My great great ancestors, verily disbelief
Was that my pillar was devoured by earth
In minds the question burst each day of
My lowlife, “Who-else will rescue me
From the Den of savage lions” For they
Readily printed R.I.P on the tombstone
Of the sepulchral monument which he lay
The hero of my life... In the memory of him
I can only say “ Lord as the shepherd of all
Why not give me the chance, even for once
A glance in grief at my father before your
Performed deed that no one can skip a leap.
Truly when they said misfortune favours
The orphan, my life is the evident deed of
The phrase, I brawl working my back out
For the pun no gains without pains became
My moto after the demise, the pains in vain
Like a lily amid thorns equates the life left
To reach for the sunlight I longed, resilient
In the word that was left for my poetry to
Tell the intolerable suffering bred each day
Which latter torments my soul and body...
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