21-4-2026
They created the ground, we opted to utilize itOur survival they ramshackle it
They blamed us for living free
They tortured us, our legs they pegged tight
With no mercy, they drove us
On rugs and rigs lands.
With thorn and thistle,
They dropped us into caves
We became aliens in our own land,
Fractured and scattered in our own home
Left to stink to the mercy of ants.
Ouch, the future is dull and junky.
Ouch, what a dustbin of tomorrow.
Ouch, is there a deliverer in the distance?
Ouch, cries my future!
© Sir Abunerry

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