Monday, April 30, 2018


The land is so accursed
Everything is falling out of its place
From the home we use to know as home
Now become a deserted environment
Displace without a home

Did anyone ever tell you
Did anyone ever said
Do you capture of vision of glory
So stents the hands of time
Why not hold on to your promises

Our land is accurse
Our home is been ravage
Our communities are void of human life
Our roads and water bodies are been taken over
Our land is no longer our pride

As we become the talk of the news
Among our fellow neighboring countries surrounding us
We lost it all out when we should be keeping our land
Displace without a home as we wonder from shore to shore
Deserted wounded by circumstances

And yet we still go on in the same circle
Without not proving solution to the menace
That rocks our existence as people in various homes where we live
We lost that little sister heaven called home
Displace without home

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