THE POIGNANT TALE..

THE POIGNANT TALE.

Tell me things.

About the part of world I belong

Were by magic men were made

Were amidst we FRrejection we reject ourselves

Among three you can select Judases

Weeds are fertilised and crops deliberately manurished.

With no knowledge a genius she produced

But with millions of churches one saint she can't produced

Tell me all U can.

For mi eyes soaked in blood, at

A house were Golds are traded for ashes

Men derive joy by starving others and

Their flesh kept intact abrood

Their carcass left wallowing at hoom

Were the good are dethrone to crown the wicked

Mighty is by accumulation

Age is by proportion

Respect gained in disgrace

Compromise is gotten only by slaughter

Tell me if you know!!!

This inhuman act will it be encoded into law?

Will there ever be peace in practice?

Will there be equilibrium even if Elizabeth comes again?

Or will it take the long awaited second coming

Before our faith will be decided?

© Oguguaonah '17.

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