This goes to those corrupt appeals to their change because the redemption is around the corner


ABUSE OF POWER

The rat goes beyond me
Up, from the corner, peeping if it's still dark
Then fast to the basket
Of floor from my mother in-law.
Every night,
It prays for prolonged nights.
But I visualize the opening of the doors
And falling of the sun into my house
For eternal light
For eternal joy.
But will she bring me again?
That's another headache.




Poetry by Richard Chongo
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Written on 2006-05-08 at 19:34

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