Lingering Hope Poem by sodiq yusuf
Lingering Hope
Soon, the bird of mercy will perch on our tamed souls
Soon, faces whitened by peace-fragrance powder will overshadow us
Soon, desperate hands greased by the oil-pinch will massage our creased backs
Soon, their mazes will become one with our maize
Soon, our pleading hands will celebrate their incarceration
Soon, soon, soon, and soon:
Nothing will be worth nothing in the end.
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4/26/2024 12:16:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Write comment. Nice imagination, Sodiq. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks