
I ravage and pillage
Through your simple village
With a ghostly intention
To devour your grandsons
With a famine so wide
I take your food with pride
While you starve and suffer
I eradicate your mothers
Through unsanctioned skin
I seep deep within
The festering boils and cankers
Smother your body with anger
As i extinguish your air
I release you bare
I stand down on your chest
To snuff out your best
I exist through world sickness
Brought on by nature’s illness
Through torrential rains
I drown your membranes
Leaving behind
A family unkind
Through earthquakes i demolish
Your dimly lit knowledge
I come through tornadoes
And travel with lava
And decimate earth’s children
No remorse, just trauma.
About the Creator
Jhean-Mychel
Being an artist means being creative and allowing the authentic creative energy that flows from you to be shared and seen by others.
I am a proud Jamaican mother who has decided to share her poems with the world. *echo* world... world...



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