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For A Better Tomorrow
there's little sunshine these days,
and despair blows like a cold wind.
It rains, and rains, and rains.
state of affairs go from bad to worse.
Innocent souls perish in a war-torn nation.
the fog of hopelessness hangs in the air
for a downtrodden struggling to survive
in the mean, unforgiving streets.
a child's life hangs in the balance;
accidentally struck by rat-a-tat of gunfire.
what is going on in the world?
all birds, but the mourning dove...
keep silent in the meadow.
the praying mantis has seen better days;
It's arms folded in hope that
tomorrow is a brighter, better day.
Copyright ©
Edward Ibeh
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