Mourning of dove
I used to play in these streets
danced whole day at heart's beat
hunger and thirst were nothing for games
'mischievous', olds gave me this name
routes and roads were familiar with me
I used to wander like a bee
the whole world was in my fist
joys and happiness were in my list
but one day a cloud of fire appeared
out of land, I heard nothing cleared
fools of thrones had gifted me tears
cursed, they, for seats, killed my dears.
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OLUSEGUN from NIGERIA on October 31, 2020:
Pathetic! How humans ignore other creatures to satisfy themselves. Good one.