By Wenne Madyt Dengs (A poet and Journalist)
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My life lies under my armpit
I have emaciated because of no emancipation
I cry and nothing carries my alarm
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I am a soldier who has no wife
I am a student without pen and books
I am a farmer without land and seeds to sow
I live a lifeless life
Neither do I breathe nor do I bathe
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I have no shape to shelter
I recline on the street like dust
I am blind
I am deaf and even dumped
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My heart is full of grievances
I don’t have any secret about my future
Everything is dull
I can imagine my image
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Wenne Madyt Dengs ©2014