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Clarion Call




  • .
    our face goes crimson,
    Red as scarlet you may say,
    We are criminals in a prison
    Waiting for our judgment day
    .
    Poverty smote the corners of our heart
    We lived in penury,
    We became as a wandering hart
    Which find no pasture to squat
    Let's rise to our feet
    And put an end to our defeat
    .
    we were tossed about like a die
    we left life's track and became a victim to the tormentor
    who took our life as a means of tour
    let's stand to our feet
    and put an end to our defeat
    .
    we were in the darkest hour of our days
    Dark ugly wrinkles formed on our elongated face
    our bones and marrow frail
    who knows, our bodies and heart too may soon fail
    let's wake up to our feet
    and put an end to our defeat
    .
    let's answer this call
    which I have put to you all
    strain your ears to the clocks chyme
    and get ready for battle on time.
    .
    ©Modestking
  • Oyin Young: Sunday, 18 June 2017 at 17:02:00
  • Label(s): Kingsley Godstime , Poems
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