God Sees All | Shadrach Okpanachi | Poetry
Torn — under the watch of eyes and ears, A miracle stinging like an early grave, Full of earthquake and quiet, Conceived by fashionable colours of hate and misguidance. It’s their songs that scare me, Words carved from boiling blood, Chewed with salt and ravaging disgust, I look at my hands and see […]
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Torn — under the watch of eyes and ears, A miracle stinging like an early grave, Full of earthquake and quiet, Conceived by fashionable colours of hate and misguidance. It’s their songs that scare me, Words carved from boiling blood, Chewed with salt and ravaging disgust, I look at my hands and see […]
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