My Mother's Land - Poem by Lawrence Mbata
My mother's land, a land of tears;
where fear grips the heart,
where death has chosen as it's bed
and leave nothing but sorrow to bear...............
I hear the foot steps of soldiers parade;
i sense war, and yes! No doubt, it's war.
I see death par ambulate on door steps,
waiting for someone to welcome it......
Our river banks are going dry;
tears seizes to dry up.
I fear death, but it has no fear for me.
Death chooses to make friend with me;
o! Poor me.....
My mother's land, a land where people come and go,
where people buy & sell, where people live & die,
where people struggle for a living.
Where birth & death plays the cat and dog.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I composed this poem with a view to reach out to the government to see the suffering of my people, and heed to their call 4 justice.
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