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Clement Ada Poem
A Cry For Justice
Far across the horizon and near in the nooks,
Is a silent scream of the voiceless!
The screeching murmurs of the plebeian in the
sweet cry for justice.
Hear the elated moans of the anguish,
See the salty ocean dribble down their cheeks;
In dark secret corners.
Their canvass; as calm as the turbulent waters
that wets the shores!
Deafening is the wail of the unheard,
The sweet sufferers of injustice
Besieged by societal maladies,
By the concerned callousness of the elite.
Oh man! Listen to the good cry for justice,
And tolerate the deafening blubber of the
voiceless!
Copyright © Clement Ada | Year Posted 2017
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Clement Ada Poem
Fate
You cryptic timeless Dame!
Why do you play pranks on me?
And leave me thinking so?
I was the withered green that laid,
Strained in an arid land,but
Your luscious hands caressed me.
Like the joyous grass on a dewy morning,
I received your cool.
In the midst of this calm
I relished my elation
I thought I was great;
Or meant to be...
Twas' day for me,but
Now it's night again
To leave me in cold feet
Freezing out in this mist!
Day and night,I try to unravel
Your inscrutable antics
Like the xerophyte yearn for the waters,
I crave the soothe of your hands!
Copyright © Clement Ada | Year Posted 2017
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