Morning Call Poem by Egbe Chris
Morning Call
The day wake from death, when the morning cocks cries, here life is a good living dead.were even the cloud hustle to make a wonga for a day and stars of the world runing to catch up their pains.the roads very busy that they lament for death, hell busy laughing and dancing when they get their treasurez, because the nature of life is morning call.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life is war
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