mark anthony st. rose
Gaza - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
As the line of Palestine and Trinidad blurs
Gaza burns becoming now the adored capital engaging youths
as guns salutes, shoots in valleys, gullys,
some clutching their bellies,
while heads tied with rags of blood
symbolizing the nefarious gangs ominous,
like the dark skies reflecting their hue.
and chanthing rthyms echo the likes of Mavado,
and vicious cartels are formed to oppose
the vibes and....
and youths....... die.
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