Brotherhood Poem by Sunday Igwebuike
Brotherhood
Being busy as bees, Does no harm, To the soul, For the bees, Work at elevating, Our humanity! They give us honey, The sweetest of course, Of all natural bounties! Busy becomes a curse, When you are Labouring, for nothing! Or on things that add, No value, To our common, Brotherhood!
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: africa
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