The blood in my veins
boils with anger; anger
my mind's frustration
weighs heavier than
Alas, my neck bends to the direction where i can fight
if you woke up and found your brother gone; we had to mourn for him as we put colourful flowers on that heap of soil.
The dream I had cultivated myself for vanished just because the government said that it has found some minerals on that piece on land.
that fright comes back to me.You know what they say: when the going gets tough......
I feel as if iam in a new neighbourhood
I feel as if iam in a dark environment.
Only jesus can help me!
By Mojoh james
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