Wednesday, 2 December 2015

PEACE IN STRIFE

I feel two walls
Pressures and insults
Warriors and mascot
Lovers and strange hair cuts

Peasants and pheasants
Instance and incessant
Bandits and oppresants
Gangsters and militants

Which way my country men?
Who sees this mien?
Allegiance with fiends
Hubris with friends

The tumoils called 'our' homes
While the horrors of strife dig up tombs
Ethnic jurisdiction dig catacombs
No ribbons attached to our combs