Staring and daring
the dull blaring
morning
escaping the dark cat
of a dying night
The sun rises
with pale roses
facing voicelss
beings, motionless
and raped by fear
of political spear
Slightly and swiftly
the sun shines darkly
on importent youths
quiet like dead wolfs
in Amazon soil
fruitly fertile
for the motoil
the sky is the limit,tell me what you think on my poem...the blurred figure
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'Fear of political spear and impotent youths" wow this a great peace. It captures the African political terrain vividly and powerfully. Thank you for sharing