Ricochets Within Shuffles
In a highly delicate diplomatic meeting
I see a haze of lips flapping
Lip on lip
No one to sleep
Silence is the noise
May be the speaker do the voice
All I recall is a calling letter
For us diplomats to sue an alter
Ok I remember the reality
One, I didn't call on unity
Two, I did too much controversy
Three, I snatched the youths their mercy
And also, I walked behind law
Again, I walked by your row
Not me again
I fear I got nothing to gain
For the much I did
Please God forbid
It's all coming back to me
I know am never Jimmie
Neither will the eternity storm
Hit a blaze of unity at home
If not, a tsunami will call my life
like a suicide by the knife
This'll will burst my head
Whether here or on bed
Bullets are coming
Just because am in a meeting
Shuffles make me deaf
Heaven be my chief
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.