Matthias Pantaleon

Freshman - 530 Points (August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Guilt Is Swifter Than Dead - Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

The little girl walk from pole to pole
begging for alms
Nobody put a penny in her bowl
She got scorned by the men
with the fattest wealth in the city
Those of us with mean fortune
wouldn't even look at her twice
She wept quietly and walk away
In the distance we saw her slip
over the marshy ground
And we rush toward her direction
Her hands were cold with death
Her lips dry with sad face
Poor ghost, I said; as I close her eyes
Then we walk away
Each with guilty conscience


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,735 Points Herbert Guitang (4/24/2014 11:08:00 PM)

    Sadness and guilt. An heart opener to all humanity. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 22, 2014


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