I cry to up to date
For what I saw
My eyes are wet
They cannot be dry
Have tried to seal because it pains
Hear now,
What I saw on daylight
By the little courage
I had to watch it
From the upper room
Through a tiny glass window
I saw it all, the hurting film
An armed strong man
In a facial mask
I only saw, a deadly pistol
Held on, pointing the two beautiful ladies
I knew the ladies, I had their identity
My primary teachers
What a hell they met
They had to surrender every coin
One was slaughtered like an animal
For she failed to give, her ATM pin
She cried and wailed but was held on the neck
The other one, hands up!
She wet the lacking surface
The gang then left
As he tied the two
May God forgive, for what they did.
My Wound Is Ailing
Francis Omariba
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Poem topics: animal, beautiful, courage, god, identity, room, hear, strong, forgive, surface, watch, window, glass, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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