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POETRY: Friday Line 51: THE CRY!

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POETRY FRIDAY LINE 51: THE CRY!

THE CRY
Sun burn is the  little thing we face here
The  disappointments  are minor  problems
For  we  toil day and night
To get  little  or no  pay

The sound  of our  feet
Moving  through  the hot tars
Brings the song  of laziness
For  we  claim  we are toiling

Inside  us are hopeless  thoughts
Outside  us great smile  of deceit
To comfort  and adapt amidst others
we claim  we are out of  slavery

We are in a new  level of  penury
Peanut  exchanged  for serious jobs
Bruises like  tattoo  on our  skin
Our aching  bodies  lie on  our bed of rock

The kings of the offices work less
But get the lion share
The grasses  of the  field become our friends
Can life be less miserable?

Wounds  are now like  hairs on our skin
Can life be good?
We are still looking  up to  the brighter  side
And the rising of the sun of hope.
– Isaiah Oduobuk

BETRAYAL
I could climb up the highest mountain
And for your sake go down the deepest ocean
But I could only see in your hands a catapult
Firing out evil bullets in my direction.
– Ikise Atabang

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