19/11/2024
LIKE POTATOES,WE GROW UNDER THE SOIL
we die at a young age
not because of God
but because of evil hands
we walk freely , without knowing there are eyes watching us
they've set us time
for when we will live & die
what has happened to the world?
there aren't goodbyes anymore
all of a sudden, death walks in
without knocking and permitted
the world is indeed bitter
In darkest days,I think of mothers grieving in pain for their loss
no parent should burry her child
but just like potatoes
we grow under the soil because of death
r**e , xenophobia, kidnapping
gender based violence & racism
what has happened to your feelings?
when you see her trudging in pain
fighting for her life because of you?
how does it feel to you kidnapper?
when you see missing posters
their families looking for them
The world is indeed cruel
How does it feel to you witch ?
when you see them dying at a young age
leaving their children behind
with tears in their eyes
you watch them suffering
blaming god whilst it's your hands
where will others live?
when will others be happy ?
when are you going to let them free
Like a bad set free ..
those impossible imaginations
thinking dead will wake up
not knowing it's their forever place to be
at their youngest age ,they leave questions
is it god's will ?
they leave others blaming themselves
while the doer is happy
laughing at the family's loss
no goodbyes to our parents
our friends & relatives
because this came unexpectedly
and we ended up in graves
at our very youngest age
and we are just like potatoes
we grow under the soil
-Iam Mrs unique, I am a poet.