Black River II
20th May, 2015 Writers
Black River

In time you lay at rest.
In peace you carry out your task.
But time is a pest,
it stops you before the last.

Age leaves you defenseless,
at the mercy of unholy hands.
With machines from the west,
name you in brands.

How much more friends,
who dine you in glass?
You lost your sweetness.
In their hunger you drown.

Life and death
in your grasp.
Biter sweet sweat.
Days and nights last.

Soon you come to nothingness.
And so with my present thirst.
Delta, Nigeria
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