A Cry Poem by Oluko George
A Cry
Am dying [suffocating],
hear me, [crying! ]
of the filth
things
you put in me.
Am not a dump site,
Am not a poem to recite!
Neither the filth
themes
you say of me.
Is it a grant/aid,
or because of AIDS,
To in-filth
me,
In form of helping me?
Don't need your x-flakes corn,
of course you aren't a con
but why the filth,
Stinking!
You give me?
Let the dark voice from the East,
Let the darker voice of the West
and the light voices of the north,
join the grey voices of the south,
Cry!
[Shout! ]
'Enough of this! '
Deep. The thing is, expression needs a vehicle so share with those you need to read and hear the words that are loudly spoken. Your words shout of pain, attention and somewhat confusion.. apt for anyone in an institution. Wish you would do more with this.
when i read it for the first time, i failed to understand it. that's a meaningful poem.
Wow Superb poem..........you are a great poet......write more!
when is the time to say enough it should be said. well writen and very biliant poem I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 3:27:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
yes realy it is nice special the end whaich we all do it maybe in every day well done. keep on your writing