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Oct 20, 2020
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SONG OF A FIST
Tatata! Tototo! Tuftuftuf!
Ducking and scampering
not a war zone but war of protest
fisty arms speaking out.
Sunflowers made scarlet in mid-day sun
crimsoned from love gone sour -
was there ever love?
Leaders don't surely: reason why
restructuring eloped...
There goes our soured soup
left in the open by menacing thugs
who dares eat it but the dead?
Will they come back alive again?
Curfew curfew here they knock
witting flute played by marshals
goaded by dwellers in Lion House
will it numb the youths to silence?
Will they use force to uphold our lamentation?
that we are thus tagged:
lamentations of the silent youths?
It is night time this side of the river
tell me if it's day time
when I awake.
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ifeanyichukwu …
4 years 9 months ago
Many thanks Teddy for the
Many thanks Teddy for the critique and your notes are taken.
We will come out stronger and better. Surely we will.
Gracias!
Ray Whitaker
4 years 4 months ago
Your piece is very strong
I really like the strength it shows, the willingness to survive amid, and thru the combats of the time.
Ifeanyichukwu …
4 years 4 months ago
Yes Ray. We become stronger
Yes Ray. We become stronger when we pass through challenges. We will always survive.
Much thanks!
Ifeanyichukwu …
4 years 4 months ago
That's a fitting title you
That's a fitting title you suggested here. Will try it out. Thanks Teddy!