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the land defiled.
In my limping heart
is a blooming art.
Laying my stooling pride
in this torrent tide,
under the rain,
my joy was stained.
Envisioned for years long
to table a song
about my ballistic life
in this cruel strife.
I view the light
in its shadowy might.
Thus, I sorrowfully bear,
without a soulful care,
To bear the cross
of fear and loss,
to lick the sweet
from the earth’s feet.
If today blows death,
I will gladly take in breath;
Awaken sleeping sparrows
to hold my tomorrow.
I am the nature
of the sinking future,
wandering in the face
of mercy and grace.
Written by: Moses Opara
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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