Valley Of Death

Location

Lagos
Nigeria

"Valley Of Death"

Again. . .
I Fear The Seed
We Bleed
For Material Need
People Breaking
Into One Another
To Feed Their Greed
We Hum In Tragedy
That's Life:
The Place
We Call Home
That Plays
Out Of Tune
A Collection Of
Broken Symphony
I Stare At Her Funny
Because She Broke
My Father, Loved Ones
Leaving Me Like
A Poor Boy
In Desperation
With Rich Dreams
Every Other Day
My Labour I Heap
But Time Is Cheap
In This Mid Crisis
Life I Can't Keep
Then. . .
We Grind
Until We
Use The
Painful Door
Whether Grey
Or Most Times Young

This poem is about: 
Me

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