DAY 3
When do we call?
When do we break our fast
And eat the liberty feast?
Morning?
Morning is too distant
For hearts that pine
Our hearts diseased
With do-nothing syndrome
Needs to call
Out
But this evening we are in
Promises us a moonless night
Morning is far
Far
We cannot view dawn
We do not see where we go
So we just go
We go
In the dark
Fumbling
In the dark
Fumbling
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awww, this is touching, good nite Fawehinmi!
ReplyDeletea poignant piece. moves me almost to tears.
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