Simon Quperlier

Rookie - 21 Points (27/03/1994 / Mombasa Kenya)

The Battle - Poem by Simon Quperlier

The outlined shadows of angel-like apparitions,
and I'm soaked in anxiety like the wingless
Where can I find peace in the midst of hell and
My soul is torn apart and my body a rigor mortis,
I feel the blows under the baobab,
Where is the Lord? Where is the God that sheds
light? Where is the God that resuscitates dead
The devil has thrust my spirit in the dark hole, I'm now groping in the murk with my dogged effort,
I have been a survivor of many months, of the
battle between the devil and the many
generations, the way to find peace is to rest in
peace, No! And what about my mama?
The divine lady who enshrines his son with a
prayer, this woman tells me of how coward the
devil is, she talks of the galaxies and the Hail
But I'm not dead yet, she is the reason why I'm
still alive, and why I should live to 72

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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