The Alternative Poem by Tony Adah

The Alternative



Everyday the dry tissue paper
Gets wet and it is dumped
The old anthem goes faint
In the valleys and the echoes recede away
Sugar coated tongues will wear away
And change tomorrow from yesterday
When farina was our only meal.
Tomorrow when the fatwas rain
Like hales in frosty times
We will leave to the next house
And lay our heads
For a serene sleep.

Sunday, May 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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