Magical Poetry

Magical Poetry
Micheal Ace

Sunday, 2 October 2016

PAY BACK OUR CHANGE





Million words cooked by a lone tongue
These words then served hot and posh
Though all ears ate, no eyes were filled
No skin feels the vast backs of promises

Pay my brother five thousands change
Then mama shall peace on her old age
Save north from clouds of Boko Haram
Then light bulbs shall die and sun arise

Bring back our mothers clothed in teen
From the no-tranquility distress fringe
Save their dinghy feminism its fertility
Bring our girls from venoms of brutality

Restore the greenness of our flying flag
And the supers of our so soaring eagles
The futures of your deceit have passed
For past has buried our days as stooges

Serve us no more of your rootless word
Just bring back life to our hopeless aged
Save us news of your trips around world
Mind this menace, pay back our change


Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
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