Zimbabwe
My mother to have known her a bold lady
Till this sad night she sneezed sneezingly
Puffing out the chocking gastric fumes of
Strong perfumed odours diffusingly off
Note that her tardy voice pitched so loud
Brought distresses and inflictions in odd
With her speech, grief it did brought awry
Disgraced amid masses, Mama I groaned
Comprehending the breach breathe claim
And left a lifeless being to question most
On her lameo. Damn to acknowledge being
The son of soil for she hast spat upon it.
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2018
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