Silent Night

I am a broken ship
My frail tail is growing weed
Burnt trees are growing storms in my stomach

A man pegged his son and told him to find his dreams
Tonight comes with pictures of naked children
wandering the street in the silent of the night

Terror had hold a rose stem to my door step
With lines of hell breathing on his smiling face
And his eyes filled with empty stars.

Chijioke Victor
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