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Thuwaiba Shehu Poem
The earth is crying unceaselessly
That cried that's earnestly unheard
The grave is getting alms daily
There's reasonless massacre of the guiltless souls
In a land where there's life and a liberty as well
Thawing pot of multifarious
At the blink of an eye lives of innocent are taken
To an extent where few people are trying towardly
Stop killing us! the earth is all our homes
© Thuwaiba Shehu
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Thuwaiba Shehu Poem
Have you ever seen those souls brokenhearted clothes in rags enfold in human shells just as a poor
Sitting by the roadside or wandering around begging for morsels much more than for compassion and love
Extremely looking into their eyes you'll noticed the pain and torture they've been going through which will melt your heart for pity
All they are hoping is for us to hear their souls crying and be so kind but that's not exactly what they get from us
Instead we cloak a solution to their unspoken problems by giving them the little we have
But we turn them down which resulted them being shattered inside
Oh! this souls
On the cause of stretching their feeble hands to beg a sign of hardship instantly showed-up
They remain homeless and hopeless just roaming around the street barefooted
They're just too familiar with hunger and thirst being their companions
They're beggars
*Suwaiba Shehu*
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Sighted I a muddy cottage that stand erected not on earth Ready to collapse with the help of a very kind heavy wind
Through it cracked walls I saw the family that conserved using the language of hunger And their children befriended the crying
The day has knocked through their souls With vacant stomach like ravenous rat In search of morsel they move to and fro
They screamed for help to the devil and evils Who's was listed not in their menu and charity is no longer in existence
They swims in the ocean of misery And has painted their souls for a morsel they may loose their souls Surrounded by un pitiful riches
Ignominy is the kaftan they worn They forgot that poverty is insanity not
But They abhored to lulls their souls
Oh! this souls together we shall foster and bring them succour Not became like eagles and faunas Who only knows their family and friends
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Thuwaiba Shehu Poem
I've never nictate I'm too curious and I move of my own will so don't pretend to see me
I'll conceal from you in cranny of psyche you have no conception nor even idea of
I'm what you mayhaps lost down the back of the sofa I'm tiny and at same time stone-cold
I shine in the moon's dim light keeping the dark away Yeah That's how it to be called
Step out from darkness Yeah I'm ethereal!
*© Suwaiba Shehu*
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