Oluko George - A CRY

Am dying [suffocating],
hear me, [crying! ]
of the filth
things
you put in me.

Am not a dump site,
Am not a poem to recite!
Neither the filth
themes
you say of me.

Is it a grant/aid,
or because of AIDS,
To in-filth
me,
In form of helping me?

Don't need your x-flakes corn,
of course you aren't a con
but why the filth,
Stinking!
You give me?

Let the dark voice from the East,
Let the darker voice of the West
and the light voices of the north,
join the grey voices of the south,
Cry!
[Shout! ]
'Enough of this! '

Oluko George

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