e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Loving our broken world

Some of us are faster
building great walls
Nonetheless we cluster,
making life hard

Some of us are eager
to travel worlds
Xenophobic murders,
they take our head.

Some of us are beggars
in foreign lands
Nothing thus is better
than rural brand.

Some of us are winners,
fame framed on walls
None of which would ever
offer a hand

Some of us live better
in broken worlds
Nothing thus is uglier
than foreign land.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

4 Comments

  1. #sighs. Irony of circumstances.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Neemat says:

    You know sometimes, i will be satisfied here and still be frustrated, it’s a heartfelt write but painful still

    Liked by 1 person

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