My world is dying for love none
It finds slowly it dies from the hate
Being propagated by those whom
It loves most to give fruits of peace
Present in the atmosphere now a sphere of violence corrupt from
Man's presence my presence.
I'm slowly struggling the world
To it's knees with my bare hands
Busy burning up the midnight oil
Burning up kerosene charging it
Into the innocent air a passive
smoker who inhales all my waste
Now coughs hard sick in the ICU
In need of breathing machine
In need of the scarce oxygen
Pumped by the trees being cut
For charcoal to speed up it's death.
The world is dying buildings
Everywhere the cells of death
Building up around it's heart
Slowly beating with a slow beat
That's of a dying man exhaling
With alot of wheezing an
asmatic cry caused by the choke
A choke hold it has on the world's
Beating heart nature.
The world is dying relishing
It's joyous memories when the
Congo forest was so green with
Baboons the next men evolving
But now poached with big names
The Cairo connection stinky with
Petrol hacksaws busy defiling
It's daughter as it watches day
and night seeing this abomination
Death is a more painless release
So the world is dying.
The world is dying with each grave
That is dug lives are lost with each
Banknote man prints because he
Has fallen in love with her he leaves
The world for her a heartbreak like
No other in pursuit of money
Man has left his only baby
No other baby like his baby
Knows the needs of man
Rain she is made of a shade
she gives as an embrace
Life she breathes into his
nostrils but high and dry
The world is left dying
For an unrequited love
Man's love my love.
YOU ARE READING
Amollo The African
General FictionMy stories are drawn from my life experiences, poetic talent, nature and anything that does make a story read my works you'll find I'm unique I can't wait to write and watch the world stop to my literal sense....
