Like an acacia
I feel so static
only my behaviour
became melodramatic
bitter and sweet
like an addict
unable to greet
you became, so public
my heart aches
is it problematic. . .
Somalia? It breaks
like an acacia
losing its leaves
shaken by militia
looted by thieves
oh, forgive me
like a culprit
unable to see
mercy we eat
despair we drink
like an acacia
into hope I sink. . .
with patience
Pen ‘N’ Paper
Copyright © 2011
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