Drying River. Poem by Bieze Josphat

Drying River.



Down the slope of life
Runs a river
Nurtured to develop
By streams 'M' and 'F'

'D' is my name
Am beautiful and kind
I love fame
From gladsome mind.

'D' be our gold
In times of need
To see us through our old
You must be focused indeed.

'M' and 'F'
Now you are my foes
For what you did before
Every time punishment
A pretence of committment.

'D' it was all for your good
For this world is rude
To those practising immorality
In the community.

All men to 'D' come
And drink from my well
Let your tool pass
Let me feel it swell.

'D'-Them you invited
for you were united
See now the problem
Of AIDS emblem.

Surely i was told
But i-'D' took it cold
To advice always run
From me let you learn.

Thursday, August 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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