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LITTLE THINGS [of kindness, and loving]

Little Things

Little Things

I sat silently in the middle,
Surrounded on all sides,
By my homeland walls.

Turning, I faced the North.
So much blood bathed my face
That I soon turned my visage South,
But oily tears the revolting stench of corruption,
Had me averting my face!

The East and West gave no respite!
So I stood up disgusted,
Determined to leave it all!

But some little things caught my attention;
A young man giving to the poor
From his meager little,
One honest politician
Fulfilling his promises,
A land with no hurricanes sandy or windy,
Young ones rising out of the Ashes…

I sat back down,
And ever since haven’t stopped,
Doing these beautiful little things!

meet the poet: Chikatito Jones

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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