Poor Beings Poem by A A Umar Udubo
Poor Beings
They came to Bama killing
And
Into black flames of hell they went- killed
On their long cow-like faces
Toothless death was smiling
She clenches the dead
And now
The wounded she nurses
"I am no callous a mother, "
She says
"Here, recluse to the cold chambers of my shadow"
Poor beings
Men,
Women
Girls
Boys
Nurslings-
They're born into chaos- crying
And now
They returned to akhira crying
They're born into chaos- crying And now They returned to akhira crying...a poem that reveals a cruel world...........written in intense feeling. thank u for ur powerful words. tony
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4/24/2024 7:52:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful depiction of war as man in humanity to man. A sad tale of savagery told in eloquent finesse. Thanks for sharing Aliyu.
Gratitude Sir Dike. Man inhumanity to man ravages the whole world today. Human beings are gradually becoming things. Thanks for stopping by.