A lust to fly has betrayed us again,
The better part of us has been smashed,
Broken, painfully twisted and torn aside,
Our tears are songs for the beggars;
To drink wine
and mourn in stupor.
The tales of the Iroko,
Seeks many version,
We seek a name,
We demand a color,
A reason to talk
Oh!!! Who will shoot the gun when we die,
The drunk old talking drum demands,
Who cover our dry sagging breast
When we sleep.
Witches, we hear in our sleep
The haunting osu of the past.
Lust To Die
Delia Mears
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/27/2020
Poet's note: The poem display the pains of old age and the story it fortells, the pains of being called witches and wizard and being abandon by those you call palms.
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Poem topics: lust, hear, cover, broken, talk, reason, drink, color, mourn, demand, sleep, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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