The Saviours' Lifeline Poem by Jude Fuhnwi

The Saviours' Lifeline

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Your womb is fertile with mines,
On its back a ploy across borderlines.
A diabolical system that still defines
The cost of losing in loads on frontlines.

Intruders in chase of an economic lifeline,
In the long night of your struggle for thine.
Toying with the future of your bloodline,
As your offspring refuse to halt the decline.

Some of yours persuaded to join the line,
Are in parody on foe tables happy to dine.
Those that for you have no pity - all for wine,
Though but in shade, still you call them ‘mine'.

Back home many are on the shoreline,
Drowned in thought of being on the sideline.
Before long, will rise to impose a deadline;
One that ends the benevolent saviours' lifeline.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: imperialism
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