Who Can Fill My Vaccum? - Poem by Queeny Gona
Who can fill my Vacuum?
You wet me with your warm kisses
Before did I drench in; I have been
Abandoned in the broad day light
Being stripped naked, passers by on the road!
My gaze for a helping hand;
Among the wolves out of sheep cloth
Just left me with another Panorama
Se-eked I justice among the culprits
All I met; Are just a character
In life's Fancy Dress Competition!
Me-di-a needs another novel
Out of my life- to raise its rating
A political leader- publicity
Police- Recognition, Magazine- Promotion and the like!
Mockers at best pitch, to implicit my itch
Life- A high Drama! To gain fame and name
By making my pain sour.
Yet my fight for justice
Never end with this flight!
Decide by yourself
To be in Coma or just shrug off the slumber
And fight against injustice!
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