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WHERE IS THE ERROR: by Elvis Alwise Eze

Happy. Chatter,
Laughter, giggles,
And sound from happy children,
As in fine and beautiful story.

At supper;
Father sits in-between wives
All flanked by children,
Eating, drinking, merr­­y.

But like flower
All this joy in heat withers,
As Daddy dies of a sudden.
And now its feast of fury.

Was it the head, love,
Or pretense, errors from the void?

WHERE IS THE ERROR by Elvis Alwise Eze

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