The Ghosts Of A Troubled World (6) Poem by chize ryan ogunkah

The Ghosts Of A Troubled World (6)



Dark and gloomy in a rusty atmosphere
Blood and bones adorn the plains
As rustling and rattling crawl down the mountains
He wears that valour just to keep a-pace
With diligent strides in lazy days
Breaking in clasped palms
For a convene and a deal
From all ends of the table
To shed the colours of forlorn fear
Pain and disease, lack and loss

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