The Final Self-Salvation Poem by Hannington Mumo
The Final Self-Salvation
I find myself embroiled in a messed-up globe,
In the more-deprived part of that already ruined world;
Sham and sham everywhere, mess upon mess,
And most of the murk especially hurled at me.
I know not how from this to get a recess,
And make better the world in which I live.
At least for me and a couple people more,
Until I finally outlast the last of this rot -
The final of this man-made woe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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