Food To My Thought Poem by Blessing Asake
Food To My Thought
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I'm a living worry man,
I never said I was okay,
I'm still looking for a solace,
when I'm in mood I set my words on fire.
I'm not a peace maker,
I'm looking for a asylum,
this could be the end, buh in my language we do say we can never give up.
we rise when we lift,
they are calling to obey,
I'm a living serving man,
this are the justice to my world.
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
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