TATTERED CONSCIENCE
You never know what pain is until you lose your loved ones,
Confusingly seated like a victim surrounded with guns,
Tears streaming down your cheeks like raindrops on a window pane,
Drastically drifting your thoughts away from the state of being sane.
Pain is meaningless until you see a household in distress,
Raggedy in their looks with the rags they call dress,
Disposed out in the cold with no place to call home,
No fixed place to lay claim to as all they do their lives is roam.
Ever looked in the eyes of hungry children and figure out what pain is?
Children ravaged by hunger like a snake that's lost its hiss,
Malnutrition is their looks still with nothing to eat,
Watching them cry and lose their lives as life put you on a sudden and unknown seat.
Cherish what you have before it's gone,
Find joy in assisting the needy for fun,
Save lives if you feel much pity for them,
You just may never know if the rest of your life would depend on them.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoezjaBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
