Saint North Or Naught Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Saint North or Naught

In the recent,
It is of pains, agony, chaos
And massive corrupted corrupt-ers

Saint North!
Is no more naught
As the world thought

Saint North
Couldn't be the recent day Lot
Either is it a fault to knot

His Nigeria is weeping pains,
Bleeding pity, flooding sorrows
While Saint North sharpens more his arrows

Here and there, the gentiles'
Of little faith, eating up knees,
In many synagogues like refugees

Mother is green and white,
Of just color-not character wise'
All corners, heads falling -of different sizes.

Tell me, when is country Turkey
About to be turkey by features,
To the gods over hills, I beseech.

To die, is odd in my heart,
Eulogies to the fallen soldiers
Hope to all battalions and warriors.

I live strong, my pages willed to age'
Unto my country -allegiance I pledge,
Of peace, love n' unity, -not of being caged.

©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
04/10/2018
06: 01AM