POEM – LOSING TO THE GATES OF HELL

POEM – LOSING TO THE GATES OF HELL

As far as my eyes could see
A vast warring army battlefield
Majority of soldiers’ gun not filled
And many, nakedly wounded on the sea

Spies of wolfs, secretly in their midst
Releasing strategic fiery fist
The glory of the kirk in its entirety
Hanging in the neck of merciless enmity

The shepherd, ruled out, stood aloof
And the flock of sheep, now a loaf
The river of water was drying up
And the beast devouring the sheep’s cup

Wounded soldiers, carelessly unattended to
Very few wounds with bandages too
On many wounds, bandages don’t cover
Making the FALSE taking over

POEM – LOSING TO THE GATES OF HELL By: Michael Assefuah Ansah

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