Books Are Dead
Books are dead.
Tell it to the sluggard soul to merry.
The libration from knowing our history
When we take a peek of ourselves in the looking glass
There's an handicap waiting to be handed complex gadgets
To sashay around in the fangler's stead.
The pen feeds on crumbs of bread.
Too much ink left for drastic wastage,
To adjust to a rat race age.
Books buried by electronic and internet excuses
I'd miss the musty fragrance of old and fresh paper pages
It's so pathetic that books are dead
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PoetryWe know what our leaders are. The question is do we know ourselves? We lack the courage to stand up to the bad governance so we pour our anguish on fellow citizens who might have been caught in an act you found yourself in just yesterday.
