Lost Home Poem by kedrix Udjoe

Lost Home



The field we played have grown
Our rest room a forest
Our farmlands a desert
The hypocrite has done so

Our beloved home a dumping place
Dumping the hunger killed
And the wicked grass covers them
Are we still in fight?

The messengers message a terror
Terrorizing the ears that hears
The message it carried
And the gong stopped talking

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