Our Misery
198 Words
The early morning had been engulfed by the fierce raging sun; burning with greater desire than that of a hungry infant crying for his mothers n*****s to crest his tongues as to suck in great furry to quench a long lasted hunger.
Yet our mothers were abandoned; left unattended .
With no shame of clothes they stood for hours, scattered like urchins of the barbarians in front of the local government office pleading and begging that our farmlands be returned to us.
These men we looked upon as our saviours, the demons we entrusted with our hopes ; they have decided to play hypocrisy to their ears, pretending not to hear our plead, our cry for help seemed like gibberish to their mind.
The pandemonium encrypts my soul with adventures of sadness as i was buried in thoughts, who am i? , what can i do?; the young man that I was, as my little ones lean beside me with the unending tears that had channelled from their eyes and had become a routine to drench their cheeks.
"Will the odds change one day and be in our favour?; was the only thing that echoed through the walls of my mind.
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