THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 46
When the carcass of a lion is Trampled,
And the tusk of elephant frankly ridiculed.
Then the laws of justice is etiolated,
The spirit of peace is violated.
Your actions today as you go to and fro,
Is like an haunting shadow,
They seem to be dead,
But will strike back dejected.
These agonies hurt the paths in my veins,
Causing a chronic wound in disdain.
These memories tear my veins slowly,
Scolding and spanking it buttocks badly.
A stolen tomorrow is a stolen future.
The time after the present is regarded as the future.
It’s unknown, inevitable and unpredictable.
It’s wide, impending, but changeable.
Our future is in our hands,
Tho’ will are like strangers in the land
With majority misery of our stolen tomorrow,
What caused the chaos of our stolen tomorrow?
A stolen meat revenge not on time,
A hunter’s pride dies in empty bag and tide.
For this course, I fear for tomorrow.
It’s tides fro dim past spells sorrow.
Running faster to catch the train,
As if the person you wronged is in sane,
But soon will show up,
Seeing your tomorrow shut.
Like a king with no abode,is like stolen tomorrow,
Like a plan without board is like future borrowed,
What a world of deceit
Like a good without receipt.
A future full of uncertainties.
Filled with all manners of calamities.
A time adjourned for evil.
Which makes the young ones fall and the elderly stumble..
Our stories are afraid to tell,
Who will listen if will tell?
Now our tomorrow was stolen
As if it was held in prison
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