THE FATE OF NORTHERN CORPERS
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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