Misfit Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

MISFIT
The day the sky bleeds Rain
We all dances with Flowers
The day the sun planted sorrow
We wept under the tree of shame
Howbeit virgins become prostitude
Why Our mothers are hungry for touch?

What If tomorrow die before noon?
What if the Babies sing among The kings?
What ears can hear Their noise and blabbing?
Change your imagination and change course
We are all hang here Unblown like the ground

I wish I could love change and humanity
But my pen is still missing can't get my muse
Only my ink can surpress those who hunger
For blood and surpress truth and love
Live once, live life at your own will, misfit.