Donkey Tears
Legs follow, each, in dust
Flies, they fly,
Wounds they lick,
Heavy, pregnant sacks,
A whip cracks
A journey from, morn to dusk
The palate is dry,
Wound festers, a tear drops,
Thought I saw Donkey tears!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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