TEARS RUN COLD:BY NANA KOFI HAMMAH

What day is day, night night and time is time:
Where nothing but to waste night, time and day:
With what to taste and power of choice to waste :
What to feel and create:
How to predict the future from today,
Irony of a man looking through what is in the mirror.
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Seeing the truth in the lies
The pain hidden within the face
I kept everything inside:
In the head are zombies, awakened by the grand theft of mankind.
How many steps do we have to move to the top when its only one step to fall.

Therefore since brevity is the soul of wit,
and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes
I will be brief:
“Poetry is the voice that speaks out the silence within us”..

BY : YOGYENHAMA..

 

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