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STRANGER

Bloodlines of five,
Assembled in a home,
Long before the arrival of a stranger,
They lived in penury,
But happiness was a shelter in form of wealth,
Contentment like a word in their mouth,
Beauty,their heart,
Room unpleasant to the eyes,
Walls rough like trash can,
They see their homes like gold.

Stranger;
Appeared like a light,
Gift wrapped with frustration,
Eyes covered with questions,
Who is this stranger?
He came in and cleared the part of happiness,
Refilled with sadness,
Our roof which we once adored,
Now broken into tiny pieces,
We are left roofless.

Stranger;
Despicable act you displayed,
Behind your dwelling,lies the ocean of failure,
Oh thou stranger;
Go into another to visit cos we detest you,
Stranger;
What do we owe you?
Your coming has cause more pains in our heart,
Go away you carrier of destruction and give way for construction,
For strength we need to build our hope..

#poetsinnigeria#
31-07-2017

Written by..
Esther Emmanuel

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