Monday, June 12, 2017


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The thing before my own eyes are FACELESS masquerades.
The country is going cashLESS.
Girls are going topLESS.
My people are becoming hopeLESS.
Corruption has beaten us helpLESS.
Peace has been rendered homeLESS.
Our youths are becoming useLESS.
Hunger has driven us senseLESS.
Problems are becoming countLESS.
Our leaders appear clueLESS.
My limbs have become motionLESS.
The poor are getting defenceLESS.
The criminals are becoming relentLESS.
The weather is becoming merciLESS.
I sit and stare in awe at the ageLESS sun.
Everything about life seems worthLESS.
You hardly find anyone spotLESS.
Everything I taste seems tasteLESS.
The thing before my eyes are just faceLESS
Uche Nwanze
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
Edward Kofi Louis 17 October 2019
Girls and women are going topless! ! Exposing their nakedness to the eyes of the public! Sadness. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Dr Antony Theodore 22 June 2017
FACELESS masquerades. cashLESS topLESS. hopeLESS., homeLESS. useLESS. senseLESS. finally you come to your point to expose the Faelessness . i was just thinking how much time you would hve spent to write this poem with the rhythmic endings LESS very nice- full of views and ideas..... thank you dear poet for your great contribution revealing the naked truths. tony
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