Testimony Jesutofunmi Entry 5
HOME IS NOW A PICTURE OF CHAOS
A bird without nest flies without perching
When home is now in shambles
Like a flower in a war zone gasping
For survival - hot it bubbles!
Vultures finds pleasure in our home
Hooting silent swirls - song of ashes;
A disharmony of notes. Home is not home
As gun powder razed it down to ashes.
Bullets invades our home
Shattering our ancestral mirror; a reflection of hope.
Shall we not then find solace in Rome
When gun powder pushes us down the rope.
Home doesn't seem like home... impressive
ReplyDeleteVery very impressive
ReplyDeleteWow, this is a wonderful poem, the reality the community invaded by the bokoharam live in. This poem is also symbolic. Nice work testimony
ReplyDeleteWow, this is a wonderful poem, the reality the community invaded by the bokoharam live in. This poem is also symbolic. Nice work testimony
ReplyDeleteWaoh! Really nice Testy.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is a song of elegy , the tone is superb , the setting is wonderful, the imagery is vivid... Good one !
ReplyDeleteThis is a very beautiful poem, I love the way you capture the image, the messga is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteGreat job
ReplyDeleteCan I just say it's about the colonial masters
Nice poem ......home is where the heart is but through everything going on the heart is wild and free......and we forget about home
ReplyDeleteNice poem bro... Love the rhythm❤
ReplyDeleteWow, the poem is has a good content and the meaningful.
ReplyDeleteI love this
ReplyDeleteNo place like home
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