Wandering Not Lost

Spot the walls that sink us
Spice the sauce that feeds us
We have aches that drain us
Annoying heads that defile us
Just as pigs sleep in slums
Singing birds in an airy nest
We find faults in nothing
Yes we fall,
But wait
What is next


A second chance at least
We never merit our scores
Not do we graze the glorified
  Glam of standing tall
We work out,
Set up

        And

There after make magic,
Fill our hands with dirt
Sweat all that foolishness out
We strive hard,
Then we arise

Still to hold the wanderers
Like the curse at the beginning,
Toiling the earth with hatred,
I know Cain' plight
Searching my world for an answer
   Yet,
It states
Changing sides with my flow


Even my feet feels hopeless
Yet I would never stay stagnant
I move still




20 December,2022
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title: Wandering not lost
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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