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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Until Morning Comes by Moses Opara, National Poetry Month Contribution

Moses Opara
2 hours ago via mobile

On cubic smiles
we dress
as our hope are murdered
in the dark,
and littered on the streets
for the vultures to feed on,
we are sold by our own people
mortal men with dead conscience!

Here and there we hear
noises of
war, betrayal, death, and
ignorance romancing souls
creeping in fear of
what tomorrow will bring!

This is our fear
hunting our dreams,
on this broken walls
we stand to seek refuge
licking our tears in pains,
waiting until morning comes
to console our timid brave
souls with joy!

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