Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Ricochets Within Shuffles - Poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
In a highly delicate diplomatic meeting,
I see a haze of lips flapping,
Lip on lip,
No one to sleep,
Silence is the noise,
May be the speaker do the voice,
All I recall is a calling letter,
For us diplomats to have a chatter.
Ok I remember the reality;
One, I didn't call on unity,
Two, I did too much controversy,
Three, I snatched the youths their mercy,
And also, I walked behind law,
Again, I walked a greedy row.
Not me again,
I fear I got nothing to gain,
For the much I did,
'Please God forbid,
It's all coming back to me,
I understand I snatched the Aimee,
And never will the eternity storm,
Hit a blaze of unity at home,
If not, a tsunami will call my life,
Like a suicide by the knife.
This'll will burst my head,
Whether here or on bed,
Bullets are coming,
Just because am in a meeting,
Shuffles make me deaf,
Heaven be my chief.
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