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Water in the morning

Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough 
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it 

The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to the taps gush, merely 
believe this city certain to save the mums from slavery of their own. Owed 
the boredom drenching in strings water to the songs of birds close the 
window to the windmill. 

The nights become longer to the size of river Nile wishing the night to 
swallow the day, their pace can be heard in parliamentary to the voice of 
the kettles rumbling in the morning

 Their sweat determines the pain they have been through to ignorant of the 
truth the pipes are like dead snakes on the roads biting us with fear. 

It gushes no water that too melancholy on milky tooth of incompetent man 
hovering his wings to the nation and attribution regretted.  

She colors her behavior to spit the crowded of women around the well to 
the crisscross that wills the nation to notion active only by the title of 
competency if imagined. 

The cascade of the city to scent of village with tantamount hope boiling no 
interest to glue in city that with no sign of before, but backwardness 
rumble to the dumbbell in the morning to mothers cry.
The dampness of their clothes to the scent of cockroaches well being, the 
fake manifesto entertains poverty and glue the water collectors to 
colloquial gossip in the morning hoping to ram the messed up and the big 
mistake ever nation has cried that circulated in short saga.

Dumb in parliament to the palatable junks of protruding stomach shining 
gown to the shake of lizard to the fall of Julius Cesar by the sword

And by the oath of power to the pointless of being a President to the 
resident overdue of coalition of poverty is fence of blunders on the frying 

 by then the imagination of mums fetching the tinkling of water enshrined 
 them each morning to months of lamentation

They rallied you to paint their faces with hope of impregnated oath to 
breath of thief with heavy sombre spell diction's where we must defend to 
the arrival of Jesus by jumbling solutions to fix broken ideas to the 
weight night. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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