The Busy Roads

THE BUSY ROADS

 

When I sit,

I can’t see
The blue pit

By the red sea.

 

My legs standing

On my mat,

My heart pounding
Like a rat.

 

Real bunch of sins

By the busy roads,
From bunch of scenes
Of the easy rods.

 

Oh, these wild animals!
Yes, on our wide vineyards.

 

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FRED NWAOZOR

Crime poet & Social activist

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