A Shrewd Voice Called. Poem by Tony Adah

A Shrewd Voice Called.



I am bombarded
By the sins and odds
Of the world
And I am perturbed
But one little voice
Said shrewdly to me
'Stop, gather thy self
Don't run but fight
The sin and all the odds'
And I succumbed
Like life to death.

Thursday, November 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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