The Last Room Poem by Tony Adah

The Last Room



They told us
Butterflies don't breed with birds
Bats with squirrels
Cats don't breed with dogs
And that pedestrians walkway
Can not compete with speed lane
We got the message
They climbed up and ate their mangoes
And threw shells and nuts at us
Those trees our grandfather planted
They ate everything
But in the end
We will meet in the single last room.

Thursday, July 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
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