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Mother's Agony [Mother’s Agony]

After you
sorrow made me mute:
I sang dirge notes on my flute
when the harvest were still few

Can I divorce my fate
would I be ‘victimed’ for grace?
As the sun sears my glowing face
and the world shows me hate

My heir, my seed, my only being
Earth knows not love;
Here we are in palaces of burning alcove
selling ills and shady dealings

until…….else we would still
Cash teardrops
for gain of unseen hopes
Like the touch of cold steel

Written by: Justice Mmahi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

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