To Suffer Evermore Poem by Munashe C. Gumbonzvanda
To Suffer Evermore
to death i have to speak
4 he hath to know
that my love liveth
and we will suffer evermore
with skin like coal
the sun will but burn
and in the field we will toil
for food and grain
they will come many a women
with bosoms that tempt
and smiles that disguise
their leer
but i speak to death
that he let me suffer evermore
he has to see, he has to know
that love may liveth
and love may but toil
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5/3/2024 6:13:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The snide, I feel is misplaced
The poem is generally unpolitical correct,