If i
could afford
A slice of immortality
To the whirlwinds of the world
I would will my sanity.
If i could decipher
All the conspiracies wrought...
I would my torso to a piper
Trade for all that could be bought.
But it is a static world
Unfitting for no genies
Where the sport of a lord
Is the hatred of Gypsies.
A slice of immortality
To the whirlwinds of the world
I would will my sanity.
If i could decipher
All the conspiracies wrought...
I would my torso to a piper
Trade for all that could be bought.
But it is a static world
Unfitting for no genies
Where the sport of a lord
Is the hatred of Gypsies.
Olisaemeka Gerald
ALL OF ME
Good One... Sir. Olisaemeka. Just our writing group here in Linguistics UNN - Linguistics Writers Corner. We will like to feature some your poem as a guest writer.
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