Opening my mouth I shower
Opening my arms I maneuver
Opening the sky people wonder
What's up with the fathomless canvas
Is a mirage or is it a gate?
Uniform can't keep us from the truth ?
Sky goes hold its secrets in gates
Morning evening dusk and dawn
Where I am from they are few
Our folk has destroy the mirage
Lucky you when limbs catch dew
Opening the gates our folks awed
The gates blinks blindly at the satellite
This is my canvas let me show you
The voices in the sky are angry at the gates
They sent down flashes of whip down
The folks under the shudder with frown
Kingdom hearts down crown
Anything for senseless violence
Limbs turn barbaric and sinister
Only the water failing through quenches
Dying of the same folks vessels
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LETTERS FOR MY MOTHER
PoetryThis is collective writting of words and expreciences i had with my Mother and my day to day views as a man .Now painting a view of life as we know it through my works of letters and poetry
