Godwin Clement Poems

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1.
My Travails

I eat beyond the yield of my crop,
And I didn't pick the dirt I drop.
My children are treated no more than a maid,
Yet I didn't clear the mess I made.
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2.
I Bleed Inside

Imprisoned by injured pride,
I silently bleed inside.
My dreams laid waste,
My pains drown me to my waist.
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