Il-Oba Ida Poem by zmz gbzn

Il-Oba Ida



There is pride in endeavouring
To have no pride at all
A diabolic il-oba ida
Following a fall
So a stagnant pool of water
In uprooted forest’s wake
Will spawn a teeming multitude
For our bloody sake.

Saturday, March 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: insects
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