The Busy Roads Poem by Fred Nwaozor
The Busy Roads
When I sit,
I can't see
The blue pit
By the red sea.
My legs standing
On my mat,
My heart pounding
Like a rat.
Real bunch of sins
By the busy roads,
From bunch of scenes
Of the easy rods.
Oh, these wild animals!
Yes, on our wide vineyards.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,standing
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