The Fate Of Northern Corpers; I Was Told Its My Father Land


I screeched, I shrilled, I beseeched
My heart tintinnabulated in a gbim gbim gbim
Why had the earth unleashed on me its venom?
That’s I’ll be flung a place inversely proportional to the south?
A state where ravenous windstorm connives with hail to distort your skin?
A land where grass wrestle with grass
To a vicinity where bizarre tool constitutes a toy
To a cubicle where a distorted peace domicile
To a tent traumatized with happiness
Could this be a lingering nightmare?
All these petrified my thoughts!
I swarm in tears as fear catapults my brevity
I was told its my Father land
Nothing is yet unpeeled under the sky
Garbed in a greenish-white adornment
My legs set out for my new settlement
Saddled with the country’s cross to bear
What becomes my fate in this state?
Only time can unveil that.



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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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