Posted by Isaacola Newnaija on
Withered and withering
Clustered in shackles
Gang raped by men
With a sweet tongue
Holden in the cesspit of forlorn hope
Groping in the dark
Brackishly looking for hope
In a hopeless land
Yet at the sound of the bullhorn
At the scent of integrity
At the end of the tunnel
I will yet hope
For a turnaround thence
That is beyond human deed
That yet we will rise
To that vista repose to the great land
We will yet rise
Above this incongruent
Assemblage of vice maker
To a glorious hope
Isaacola AA
@newnaija