He smells Garlic!

A pain in the soul
Limbs, Heart and all joints of the rickety body,
He swallows a bunch of Ibuprofen tablets.
In his cardboard shack through his cellophane window
He sees the inferno on top of the Northern African Continent!
And he thinks the Medeteranean Sea is not enough to extinguish
The fire of this Artheritic World!

*The Man who wins may have been counted out several times, but he didn't hear the referee.
-H.E.Jansen

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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