What Next? Poem by Kirabo Anthony
What Next?
I have walked
in the silvery mist decades
and seen rays of fate
which ascend nameless hate;
It was a sweet fall of the Union Jack
but sour, stood the
State coup-de-tat
and liberation wars,
upon record, bony-tuberculosis men.
Rolling round in feathers like eddy,
it was, a lung-massacre
which nearest touched us all,
No breezy, now dry pockets
and monkey influenza, Ebola!
What next, in the text?
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