The Calling
18th October, 2015 Writers

Lonely in the middle of the field,

I stood alone, 

With my last breath, 

Receiving  the wind, 

Right to left, 

East to west, 

All my families taken away, 

One after the other, 

I stood helplessly, 

As little children came, 

To pluck away my seed, 

Our future of existence, 

Just to throw at each other, 

I cried but couldn't cry, 

We are wiped out, 

Just for human play, 

No one to share my sorrow with, 

Here I am waiting for my calling.

Osun, Nigeria
  • Let's stop nature killing

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