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Courtesy: @refugees |
Prospects turn up worse than a gamble
The gruesome vocabulary
Will fill up a board of Scrabble
I can't make out my itinerary
Thro the road all runners come.
No avenue of escape from this soul Armageddon
So l cling to the brink of deliberate disaster
Gives me pause. My dirge is mastered.
I sense my exit right on course
Last of an endangered breed
I'm beleaguered by the creed
Of a nobler class.
Like I'm staring thro a frosted glass
My immediate proximity
Is nightmares to humanity.
How do I breathe?
Akpan