ITCHY When these days are here Who will show us there. Of dew drippings, from The heavens to earth Spawn the freshly dawn Like flames of freedom. Ho! our hearts leapt aside And stood atop its tip Like the alert rabbits When the sin was seen, chei! Madness has gone bersek! He leaves my home thereto. Two right sides brought this wrong Heedless the world spun round Oh black seeds of Cush, kpei! Suffer no agony On the right account Omens reek the obvious. Alot depends on alot Nothing is certain, angom! On economics of truth Demand incited the ebb And supply will kill the tide. If you rub me, Ill scratch you! ©Agee Tertsegha(2014)
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 08:10:16 +0000
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