Nightmare Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

Nightmare

Rating: 5.0


Green and white clothes
Turning black and sour

Rain showers evaporating
Thousand heads
Covered with countless sand

And the next day-
It is business as usual

'Touch not my anointed
Says the Lord'

Happy faces frowning to sleep
To wake in the quiet graveyard

A pregnant balloon blows up
To wish the Green and white
Happy Xmas! ! !

Nightmare
Monday, November 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: terrorism
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poet wants human lives to be respected and honored even in death because human lives are sacrosanct.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvaonyema Uba 10 April 2018

A pregnant balloon blows up

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Sylvaonyema Uba 06 April 2018

Touch not my anointed Says the Lord

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