Let me see what's left,
Crumbs for the dogs, meant for men.
Let me see what they've kept,
Soup for the dead, stored for us to eat.
Our bones need to live
To feed on good thing to keep us for the day
Obiagu " take and eat and live again"
Our very close proud neighbor exclaim
If we live to see today
I will let you know how we are loosed to hunt for a day bread
Working to eat like the ant
Selling our strength under the sun for the price
I pity to see Obiagu beg for thesame bread
But I need to learn something quickly
It can turn and I will loose the timing
I need to learn their fall
The sky need to deliver the rain
So we can call it a season
Let everyone plant now
Let us wait for another harvest
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Sebastian Hills
Sebastian Hills weaves words like a storyteller sitting by the fire, turning thoughts into poetry that lingers in the mind. Inspired by history, culture, and everyday life. I also Found a Media Company Villpress
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