Little Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Little



With little breathe
a dropp of sweat
slight pain
less gain
We had lifes of too many limit
time baricade
every four corner cage
Earth gates of iron bars
made us look through with heavy
contempt
Wild eyes, from skin, cripple joints,
of war in the breeze
Tell manner to stop his feeding
Let us die in less feeling
242012

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