Afe Tosin Shola Bread Poems

• 1. Passerby
  I sit at the corner side of the street,
  looking for a giver to give me what to eat,
  with hope and expectations I stretch my tin,
  waiting to hear someone feet,
  ...
• 2. Fear
  My face full of tears,
  whose tomb should i cry on,
  panic made our daily bread,
  mourning became our morning song,
  ...
• 3. Deprave
  We move, but lost in direction of the displeasure they gave to us,
  our daily bread taken to appeal their cause,
  our mouth filled with unspoken pain,
  our children cry's of lack of childhood age,
  ...

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