When My Memoir Will Be Done - Poem by kelvin nwanji
Dirty clouds hovers above the sky,
Hurricanes sweep through the city,
Fear grips the men, shackles their spirit to try,
Conflicting emotions, anger or pity?
Immutable, tears is powerless,
Pleasure now is considered redundant.
Vanity upon vanity, this occasion is endless,
Deaths venom in life is abundant.
As the cock crows at dawn,
Destitute orphans hunt for a loaf or crumbs.
When silence screams out at night,
A widow's barrenness becomes her fright.
Bury me not while I breadth,
Seek me not when I will be gone,
Someday, my soul will be freed,
Then my memoir will be done.
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