O God! Where is your face?
A rat in a lion's den
Depressed, threatened in mind
Wondering what might survival be
Though, life is a telephone
Pressed, wrapped like a dead
Non-stop attention on it
And its just a needle
In an ocean.
Cub feeding with a milk
Blinking eyes on an hostage
Which is runing helter skelter
Wave on its mind
And hungry
Having choked on patience,
When the lion roar
Telegraph unto creator
Oh! A glass of LIME
With a bowl of GARDEN EGG
Disappoint in creation
May God help me
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Sijuwola. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.