Unsealed Envelope

Clamoring crying cloud
Sobbing at us witless tears
Telling us to say our names aloud
Would like to apart world pairs
Beat them on us thy divorcee
Never speak to us seek mate
For every one beaten would sea
Expect them out of a life late
Nourish them all greenish
Drive divas away our closet
You creature of heart fetish
Never again call us for broadseth
Rumbling rumbling, alas...
Like the being of maner in silas

poem by sanusi samuel Akanni
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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