I am a Human, dead or alive

Wenne Madyt Dengs, Juba, South Sudan

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I’m thrown in the dust

Where I’ve decayed

When the dew dropped on me

I feel abandoned

I am like a lost needle

I’m suffering with you

You have nothing to sew you torn raiment

And you tossed me gone

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Coldness and heat are known to me

I’m not living or dead

I breathe little stuff that doesn’t make me a human

I’ve shrunk over my skin

I‘m tiny and thorny

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I see you feeding yourself

Even your dogs are fat

You can’t even throw edible leftover to me

I am naked and less secured

My parents are mold and algae

I am non-green plant

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Why are you watching me?

You laugh at me

I’m still dead or alive

Never laugh to the last molar

Support me with a smile

Though my mind is acidic

I am still a human

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I never sleep any night

I guard your house

I take care of your dropping

I clean your lavatory

I take your broods to school

And you call me a dead body

Why?

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The writer is a poet & freelance writer; He can be reached via: wennemadyt63@gmail.com

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