Dark Feelings
I have sold my sleep 
Since the fears besieged us 
When machetes walked through the land 
On execution spree
For love let go 
Like flood that year 
The dark shadows are throughout the land 
Walking corpse to the guns 
Of the untamed foreigner 
With shooter sticks 
I look back with pain
I look tomorrow with horror 
The pains of those lines and shadow
Money, tribe, religion and power
For these are the ills of mangled jumble
I gaze the painful picture 
That will tell the tale 
Of politics of life and power 
That power had no life to save life 
For death walked with us!
24.4.2018 
 
 
 
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