UNDER THE SHADE OF GROWING LETTUCE BY DAYO DESINA PETERS
When with prophetic eyes
i prophesize the doom
of this growing lettuce
on the habinger of my thoughts,
no decree was made
the lion ate the calf
and the raing curses
upon the rialto of my thoughts
kept me awake to the serious tribulations...
who goes by the roadside
with wary stpes
that wake our witches and wizards
wary of the wind that sent us
our joy?
the alpha of sadness
is the omega of jpy
what uncompounding woes
befell our lot
when we clasp our hands
say
to pray?
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