Bamanga Bashir Poet Free verse

War

It started some years back,
   the farmlands will produce beans instead less the corn
 or the farm is now becoming a thing of adoration
    or simple fascinating society as per family.
 Well, war mongering grew by ninety eight percent
  and couldn't linger even for a second- I remember 
  the gun would look like a knife or fine something- I 
 remember the sun is anonymous for years.
 I remember people often say the end of world is here
 or to be frank  people would say we love graveyards
  instead of offices.
 Well, fear has gone from within and around so far, 
 people would say we don't love our country, we don't
  love the world- we just want to live as free place 
  and do whatever we like to do- after all they would 
  say achievement is everything.
  Ha,  that would say  I will  drink drums of water,
  that would say I will eat grasses and fascinate trees,
  that would say I am a fat man leader of bats, so vamillion,
  so the story went on.......

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