joseph orutwa - Life

The few that sail
across the oceans with no tail

With great waves and storms
ice bergs like steel stones

Condensed winds
whispering the swish swoosh sounds

As the cold eats their bones
living a life of the romes

They are the few

Fighting a battle to survive
singing songs to revive

Onsight is always an island
gently their hopes land

It was a rough ride
unity, they decide.

joseph orutwa

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